Dear Ed,
I miss you. I mean, the monkeys running your site are fun and all, but they’re even crazier than you (or maybe I’m just adjusted to your frequency of crazy). Certainly Erin O’Brien is crazier than you. Every post of hers is labeled with breasts. You would never do that, Ed. You would probably go straight for a crotch joke.
Anyway, I know it’s super-duper important, the stuff you’re doing (like moving to New York, sniff, sniff, leaving us West Coast folk) that takes you away from your normal quota of twenty-five posts a day (containing a minimum of one rant, one snarky comment, one hyperlink fest, and one video), but you know how it is, we internet addicts get used to a daily dose of crack-candy, and we just can’t do without our fix. (Next Critical Mass blog: All Bloggers shoot up!) So hope you come back soon.
Signed,
An uber-loyal Fan
aka from a “Dear John”
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Wow, John, I’m truly stunned. Don’t worry. Will be back soon enough. Thanks!
Dear John,
I’m sorry we have been unable to satisfy your Eddiction in our fearless leader’s absence.
Now listen up, John baby: I was intimidated as all effing hell when I stepped onto Mr. Champion’s hallowed site. And I thought: Gee! I should try to do what Ed does! But, John baby, I just couldn’t. So I went ahead and tried to offer up some good solid Erin.
As far as the Breast category is concerned, Ed’s got over 500 categories. There is Point A: I can’t help myself from snorting and giggling and mislabeling things; and there is Point B: there was only one post in the Breast category and I wanted all of you boppers to be able to find all the Edrant Erin posts in one convenient spot.
Point C is the simple fact that my breasts are magnificent and no amount of public attention to them is too much.
I am pleased to see that my evil label plan worked in your case. I am also pleased to see that you have linked my Larry Brown post. I do understand how that post makes me crazy.
Feel free to contact me at eobnowATyahooDOTcom and elaborate on what, exactly, you found to be wacky-wild-crazy about it.
Well then, John baby, have a happy day.
Yours,
Erin O’Brien
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