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The text of the postcard is:
Dear Ellen,
The biologist hired as a consultant for cow’s anatomy may have been a fake.
But between you, me, and cows everywhere – wouldn’t it be cool if cows had a fruit-salad-waiting-to-happen for a neck?
Sincerely,
DumbFunnery.com
Well, it’s been an interesting last few days with the Zombie. I don’t know where he learned this, but he’s started doing the ‘wink, wink, nudge, nudge’ thing to me.
At first, it was hysterical. I cracked up a ton and I figured he kept doing it randomly because it was getting such a reaction from me.
I was wrong. It turns out he just does it randomly. You would think this would be comedy gold, but it’s not. I think he’s picked up maybe a third of the objects in my house and done the wink/nudge thing with them. I have no idea what you’re implying Zombie and neither do they, because they’re inanimate.
Oh wait … I maybe take it back. He just picked up a Lego man that is a gorilla and did that and I find this strangely hysterical.
(Don’t get the wink wink, nudge nudge? Check out this excellent guide.)
I posted a challenge here which Dear Mr. Hendrik won hands down. And not just because he was the only person who responded (although that didn’t hurt his odds).
Here’s the challenge:
“My challenge to you, dear reader(s) – come up with an innuendo phrase that involves socioeconomic. The winner of the challenge will get a very crappy poem written to/about/for them. The poem will probably not make sense, but it will rhyme.”
So without further ado!,
An Ode to the Non-Review
Don’t fall for the trick
Of Mr. T.S. Hendrik
And foolishly misconstrue
The “Non”-Review
If I want my dose snark
With a side of review
Or a cat with a caustic remark
I turn to the “Non”-Review
There’s nothing non about his reviews
He’s looking up movies you haven’t seen while you snooze
But what IS The Non-Review?
(If you don’t already) It’s time you knew:
It’s the land of the 7 Word Weekend Skewer
The land of Pete, the large-toothed ne’er doer
The land of the numerically-oriented (Just the facts, ma’am) reviewer
And, lest we should forget, Wilfred Brimley’s never been bluer …
So congratulations to T.S.
Who keeps his fans coming back saying “yes”
Here’s to more Non-Reviews
Something-something, rhyme-aroos
I felt the need for gibberish to end, because I promised that it would rhyme, not that it would make sense.
Want a crappy poem written about you or your blog, or your imaginary cat? Let me know … I may get around to it, if you’re cool enough.
