Washingtonienne A.P.B.

Open letter to Washingtonienne:

Selling your story to the highest bidder is the best revenge, my sister-in-ass-fucking. We are serious like a Federal Marriage Amendment about the literary agents. There's an editor who's interested already, and he's not from one of those freak sideshow publishing houses, either. (You're not going to be on the shelf next toThe Turner DiariesorFortunate Son,that's what we're saying.) We've also received a job offer and a few of our more creepy correspondents would like to subsidize your extracurricular activities, though we think that you should put that particular hobby behind you. Ahem. As for us: We just want to shake your hand. You go, girl.

Kisses,

Wonkette