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Dear Jody-Bob,
What a pleasure it was to read your kind note. I can assure you I haven't enjoyed anything as much since I had a stomach virus and shit out a half digested cheeseburger. With bacon. But alas, since it appears your words became hostile toward the end of your festering belch of wisdom, I feel it is my duty -- as an American, as a person who thought that names ending with "-Bob" were just remnants of a TV era dominated by the fucking Waltons, and as the terrible swift sword of Darwin -- to beat you about the head and shoulders while pointing out the errors of your ways.
Thank you in advance for permitting me to extend that courtesy to you now.
I say again... you stupid inbred bastard. How the fuck your brain has enough electricity misfiring around in your big pumpkin head to coordinate making your heard beat AND your lungs expand, all at the same time, is completely beyond me. It is painfully obvious to me that your mental capacity is somewhere between that of a rat's cancerous ballsack and a frozen dogshit snowball. Even further beyond my comprehension, you can fucking manipulate your three gnarled fingers -- c'mon we all know inbred people don't have all five digits on each hand -- to bang away at a keyboard and manage to find the fucking 'send' button. I look at you with the same marvel and wonder as I did looking at the 'tard in the chow hall who dropped his hat in my fucking plate when he looked down to see what I had for dinner.
But I digress. The purpose of this e-mail is not for me to understand *how* your evolution defying carcass works, only that is *has*, and that in doing so you have blundered into me.
"...from a news worthy family the likes of wich only preceded by the kenedys..."
What kind of a fucking fantasy world are you living in, man? Does that dent in your skull compress your brain so fucking much that you think you're important? That you actually matter in this world? Well let me be the cold sobering voice of truth my friend, people don't pay any more attention to you then they would to a dying squirrel in the road twitching its tail. Sure, you'd swerve and squash him with your tire if you think of it, just >to hear that satisfying thunk, but nobody would actually take a few minutes to stop and get a closer look. And that's all you are to people
Jody-Bob. A dying squirrel. Road pizza. A mere inconvience in life that warrants no more then a few seconds of thought before being dismissed in favor of remembering they last rubbed their pointy little choad.
News worthy. Bah!
"Asshole, Arkansas (AP) -- Today a fire destroyed the aging double wide trailer that was called home by Asshole's famous Kiser family. Ma-Bob, the matriarch of the influential family, was quoted as saying, "The fi'yer burnt very fe-yast, it di'yed. I barely ha'yed time to 'gits my eleven younguns out the trailer before it burnt up all the wa'yay. We lost every'thang, includin pa's wrench that he 'dun stole from that Petty car fella 'dat come through heya last we'ynter!" Local volunteer firemen were able to extinguish the blaze by dousing it with water hoisted by the bucketful from nearby Grits Creek. The cause of the fire is under investigation, but the fire chief reports their initial investigation points to an overloaded kerosene heater in one of the children's bedrooms. One of the boys, young Jody Bob, brother of Johnny-Bob, Billy-Bob, Bob-Bob and Clem-Bob, apparently liked the warm feeling when he masturbated to his Dukes of Hazzard poster of Bo and Luke Duke.
Be gone, Squirrel-Bob.
Hear My voice. Feel My Vengence. I have Spoken.
Ernie-Bob.
Driver of Dodges, Destroyer of Japanese Cars, Consumer of Beer and Liquor, Haver of a Small "Peins"
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