Dear Henry Ford,
My nose is red and I feel like killing an Injun. Why do horses still exist? You gave me the Model T, sir. Please kill all horses. I don't ever want to deal with that inferior mammal ever again. Sir, I smile when I hear about the Tin Lizzie. It appears no one will best the engine. The engine is better than 60 French slaves working together. Please notice my moustache.
P.S. Yesterday I chewed on a dime. It was like 10,000 poor people putting their hands in my mouth.