Dear Mr. Rickles,
I am not, nor have I ever been, a hockey puck. I do not appreciate the insinuation.
Your friend,
Weasel McPuppy
P.S. - I bet you smell like brisket. Mmmm... brisket.
P.P.S. - I've enclosed my picture. Please send me your picture and possibly some brisket.
The Reply:
To Weasel,
Down Boy!
Best,
Don Rickles
A Note From Weasel Regarding The Reply:
Thank you very much, Mr. Rickles! However, just so you know, I'm a little girl.
What? No brisket?
2 comments:
He stole your idea and is making a killing. Plus he is keeping the brisket.
I love this blog and the bonus is, it cost me nothing. Now saved to rss.. I get to laugh and meow more often.
I didn't originate the idea of letter writing. Mr. Rickles can write letters if he likes. However, I wouldn't mind if he shared a little brisket.
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