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Dear Ellen,
Knock knock.
(Who’s there?)
The investigative reporter asks …
(The investigative reporter asks who?)
No! The investigative reporter asks who, what, where, when, why and how.
The koala found it funny?
Sincerely,
DumbFunnery.com
Earlier today I went for a jog and I saw a group of about 20 cyclists. I wondered how many of them used to be Lance Armstrong fans. How many felt betrayed when he revealed that yes, he did cheat. Were any of them still fans?
You know what you don’t hear a lot about? Athletes who dope and don’t make it to the big stage. Sure, it’s easy to join countless others and make Lance Armstrong just because he cheated his way to the top.
But you know what? He also had to keep working out a lot. And, he had to maintain a web of lies which takes a lot of work and memory skills.
Wait – does he need to be threatened, intimidated, cajoled or coerced? Man, I need to write this stuff down!
It’s not easy to get a good work out in when a lot is on your mind, and I bet a lot was on that guys mind. Plus, you had to find time to either paint a Dorian Grey style self-portrait or apply lots of makeup because one would think that much lying would age you faster than the average bear.
With all of this in mind I think it’s only fair that Lance get half credit for each Tour de France.
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The text of the postcard is
Dear Ellen,
Do you think we are approaching the streak for most postcards sent without a response?
Actually, I doubt it.
There’s probably some tortured poet of a college kid who sent 500 to an ex-girlfriend.
I’ll keep working on the record, but any time you want to give up is ok with me.
Sincerely,
DumbFunnery.com
P.S. Really, annnnny time.
DumbFunnery 