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Dear Ellen,
Here you go! You get part one of my ultra post modern art! (If I don’t deserve a gallery showing, who does!?)
(Awesome picture – you should really look at the postcard …)
Sincerely,
DumbFunnery.com
If you think this makes no sense, try reading last week’s. It might help (might).
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Dear Ellen,
I think it’s time for me to begin my ultra post modern art career (where I’ll draw simple shapes then write sexual phrases in a sensual font (God knows what that means), like a circle and then “hubba hubba”). The key is not my art, that’s rock solid, but instead to have a nutty art critic love my work, THEN all the other critics need to give rave reviews so they won’t appear to be heind.
Easy peasy!
Sincerely,
DumbFunnery.com
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Dear Ellen,
I think the most underrated part of football is this: on Mondays when a co-worker says, “how was your weekend?” I can say, “oh pretty good, hung out, watched some football” and that is perfectly acceptable.
When there is is no football I have to think, and I come across perhaps a tad pathetic, “oh pretty good, hung out … I remember looking at the clock Saturday at 3 pm and being surprised it was so late and … Now … I’m here. How was your weekend?”
Goodbye, sweet football, I will miss your go to answer to disguise my delightfully void weekends.
Sincerely,
DumbFunnery.com
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