Dear Randy,
I’ve been receiving a lot of emails lately.
They come from someone named ‘Randy the hairy faced chick’.
The subject line reads ‘I think you know what this is about’.
Randy [the hairy faced chick]? I do not know what any of this is about. Nor do I care to know what any of this is about. Personally, I’d much rather just keep to myself and not even dare opening your email. Because I feel only bad things could come about from something like this.
I’ve never known someone named Randy. Nevertheless a woman named Randy who had a follicle problem all about her face. And so trust me when I say that there is nothing in the world that could possibly be discussed with you, Randy [the hairy faced chick] that I would have even a glimmer of an idea of what you were actually saying.
My advice to you is to stop emailing me and to Nair your face.
All The Best,
John
November 29, 2006 at 3:04 pm
Cannot.Stop.Laughing!
You know what? I think your talents are wasted on retail America. I think you should write for SNL or Studio 60. I just love your sense of humor!
Signed,
Not From Maine
November 30, 2006 at 3:37 am
I’ve not heard from Randy, but I have been getting Internet communications from a gentleman named Henry who seems obsessed with getting me my penis two inches longer.
I don’t know.
It seems long enough.
I thought of writing back to Henry, but have opted to compensate by looking into getting a red sports car.