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Dear Ellen,
If I was a former child star who saved well, once every 7 years I would book a hotel ballroom/convention area, emphasizing that I need the room for all my fans. Then, I’d sit in there alone, surrounded by ceiling fans, box fans, etc. Eventually some hotel PR person would stop by and be so weirded out they’ll want to switch jobs.
Now that’s what I call liven’!
Sincerely,
DumbFunnery.com
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Dear Ellen,
You know what I think is a mistake? Life insurance commercials that try to sympathize or be relatable. No dice, commercial. Focus on the positive: “1 out of every ~5,500 people who fake their death and move to Fiji with the insurance money are successful! So, what are you waiting for?”
I just made that up, but I’m sold!
Sincerely,
DumbFunnery.com
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Dear Ellen,
I just realized a new nightmare scenario – living in a world full of commercials people. Athletes intensely working out and dripping sweat, people unwilling to accept such low! prices!, cars zooming by, eerily happy ethnically diverse groups drinking beer, and the local commercial types shout talking everything at an incredibly fast rate. It’s a subtle nightmare, I know, but it’s a nightmare.
Sincerely,
DumbFunnery.com OR
@DumbFunnery
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