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[This person's e-mail address is protected because for me to reveal it would merely contribute to the problem]
Dear Pam,
Just before I fly off the handle without not making sure I have everythingstraight, let's go over the facts...
Fact 1. Your husband subscribed your *family* e-mail address to an adult joke list called "Ernie House of Whoop Ass" which describes its jokes content as, "sexual, ethnics, religion, whale-killing, dog-kicking, seal-clubbing, wife-beating, colon-cowboys, or nose-picking" in nature.
Fact 2. You allow your children to check e-mail unsupervised.
And from this you conclude that: -- I am the bad guy -- I am one very sick individual -- You can kick my ass
Hmm, very interesting, please let me give you my conclusion.
Any parent who allows their children -- presumably between the ages of 9 and 10 -- on a computer with internet access, without standing right behind them to watch every single word they type, every single e-mail they read, and every single website they visit is, a BAD PARENT.
Yep, fuck you, that's right, I said it. BAD PARENT.
The imbeciles that send me these stupid chain letters aren't concerned with any benefit that I may derive from it, you dolt. They're worried about greasing their own pockets and figure that I'm a good tool to dispurse their e-mail debotchery to thousands of people all in one shot. I hate these people, and would relish the idea of tearing out their hearts in front of their families. Please, allow me to set the scene.
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[Ernie is standing over the corpse of dad who is on the floor and has a gaping hole in his chest. Dad's still beating heart is in Ernie's hand. Little Bobby and Suzie and staring in awe. Mom is behind them with a shocked look on her face.]
Pam: Oh my!
Ernie: ...see kids, this is that happens to people who send out chain emails. They should be treated like this. [at this point, Ernie takes abite of the heart, tearing off a chuck of the aorta]
Bobby: What's it taste like?
Ernie: Kind of sour [chew] [chew] almost like a a green apple. This is because your Dad was an evil person. Good people's hearts taste nice and sweet, almost like cotton candy.
Suzie: Can I taste it?
Pam: Oh my!
Ernie: Sure. [holds heart down low where Suzie can get at it. Suzie bites nto it like an apple, apprehensive at first but once she gets used to the taste shakes her head back and forth like an angry Jack Russel terrier.]
Bobby: Let me try! Let me try! Mom! Susie won't let me try dad's heart!
Ernie: Tell you what kids! Why don't you two go over there and try to eat out Daddy's eyes, and I'm going to go over here and eat out Mommy's vagina!
Pam: Oh my!
[Curtain lowers with Bobby and Suzie nawing on Dad's eye sockets. Pam's legs are in the air and we hear moans of esctasy.]
[Fine.]
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Now, if YOU had taken even the minimal steps of turning on parental controls turns on within AOL, you would never even have to worry about your children accidentally reading any of the mail your husband ASKED me to send to you.
I have now removed you from my list -- taking more steps to protect your children on the internet then you have. And I'm just some conceited cocksucker who runs a joke list. Now, instead of sitting there seething and knowing that I'm right (this might cause you to curse aloud and we can't have that in front of the children), why don't you take some steps to protect your childen from accessing information on the internet that in all of your parenting wisdom, you feel they shouldn't see.
Think about that.
Me
PS. My play hits Broadway in late August...watch for it.
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