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Attn: Ellen (1/23/19)




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The text of the postcard is

Dear Ellen,

This postcard is culturally significant because it is a photo of New Orleans at its cleanest.

Sincerely, OR @DumbFunnery

P.S. Sorry if this seems like a dig at your city … I mean, I guess it is. So instead, sorry if it offends?

Why am I doing this?



New Orleans




Attn: Ellen (6/1/11)


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The text of the postcard is:

Dear Ellen,

Today I watched “The Princess and the Frog.” It was good! I hadn’t expected to like it that much. But … now I really want some good gumbo.

Not only did this movie inspire thoughts of gumbo, it also inspired this joke:

A black Disney princess?! What’s next, a black president!?!

Har. Har.


Attn: Ellen (2/2/11)


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The text of the postcard is:

Dear Ellen,

I could see myself sending this to someone and saying, “here I am in NOLA, I saw this and thought of you, horse-face.”

Then I could see that person slapping me for that.


Attn: Ellen (11/24/10)


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I got this postcard in … well, New Orleans, Louisiana.

The text of the postcard is:

Dear Ellen,

It’s Thanksgiving-time, which I am excited about.

You know, America has always had a certain bravado which is pretty cool, and Thanksgiving shows more of it.

So shove off obesity as a national epidemic, and hand me more pie!

Wearing Sweatpants,

Weekly Wacko (18)

New Orleans!, February 18 – 21

On the above mentioned days I went to New Orleans for the first time. It was fun. I went with two friends of mine I knew for one semester – my first semester of high school.

The two friends are mentioned in ‘First Day’ (see here). They are Kate and Barbara.

This was going to be a 2-part picture thing, where Katie initially was angry at the ground – and this is part two where she’s cracked the ground by punching it with extreme anger.

Those statues were a bunch of rascals. Barbara and Katie were going to sit by the statues and I was going to photograph that magic, then a family of three walked up and offered to take the pictures. The husband/dad told us, “you know what that guy’s famous for? He was a pedophile. That’s why he’s with a kid.” Weird, funny stranger? Awesome.

Fantastic. Shortly after this we sang, and were booed at. How bad do you have to sing to get booed at by a bunch of drunks at a karaoke bar? Thankfully we were drunk, so we found it all very funny.

We took a swamp tour on a boat. The guy in the back is “Captain Mike.” He probably hates me and my juvenile humor. The two other girls were an awesome couple from Canada. They thought I was an idiot.

No gators? Disappointment!


We got some po boys from a place called “McKinzey’s Chicken-in-a-Box.” We ate them in a parking lot because we couldn’t find seats anywhere.

Pirates were there, and they played music.


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