Hi,
You say in the title of your last post "no fat jokes" and yet you are making fun of that poor lady in the one before it. How would you feel if someone took a picture of you and put it on the internet and said you were ugly and fat and stupid? Seems to me that you shouldn't judge lest ye be judged.
Joyce K.
Dear Joyce:
1. The "No Fat Jokes" part of the title is what you call IRONY.
2. If I allowed a poster-size photo of me to be displayed in a public place that was, shall we say, less than flattering then I wouldn't be surprised when some asshole (such as myself) put it on the Internet. Because I believe that, like you, the World Wide Web can suck my figurative balls.
3. Actually, I like your Old English ending and feel inspired.
For soothe, Joyce, if yon painting of ye I did possess, I would gladly place it on thy site henceforth and proclaim throughout the kingdom: Here ye is pictured the grandest of foes, behold douchebaggery at it's finest, the lady Joyce.
And then there would be giant picture of you. With a sharpie mustache and blackened out front teeth. In fact, if you send me a jpeg I could show you.
Looking forward to your next love letter,
Momma Pug
2 comments:
You've gotta kind of feel sorry for this Joyce person. Is she just trolling blogs to find something to be irate about? What a sad existence....But I do love that it gave you an opportunity to invoke some Chaucerisms from the days of Sir Durr.
Jennie
Joyce, thou art a wrangler and a buffoon! May the Goodwife Pug find thee worthy to have a red hot poker shoved up thy ass. Thy mother art a hamster and thy father smelleth of elderberries. (That's right- I went for the Canterbury Tales/ Monty Python combo. Boo-yah!)
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