Today, a special treat! For a certain value of "treat," at least. Instead of buttheaded remarks from our comments queue, we have a special sampling from some email correspondence sent to Yr Editrix, from a gentleman named Stephen Hitchcock (we are using his name, because... well, because he's a monumental dick). The first missive was far too long to reproduce in its entirety, so we'll just give you a sample:
You're last question got me sucked into youtube for a half hour, looking for that old commercial. Thanks.
While we at it, can you tell her she's spelling her first name wrong?
Well, maybe,
The fuck is my check?
NOTA?
Or, if your Brit, "different to". But still not "different than"
No fudge,
See, the thing is, I always go for the person that rents out the two cotton parasites.
I'm not absolutely certain, but I think it may mean you should go buy an AR-15.
Can I just throw in a random Oh For Fuck's Sake?
Patience.
And, BTW, fuck yourself?
Nice av.
<i>The Man Who Knew Too Little</i> libel!!!!
I thought it was a pretty funny Bill Murray film. Not great, but entertaining.
<a href="http:\/\/www.tonypierce.com\/images\/k\/kenlayne.jpg" target="_blank">I&#039;m not so sure you&#039;re wrong</a>.
Oooh he is a clever boy! He even managed to Godwin it at the end!