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E-mails, comments, clarifications, and random complaints from readers ...................Paul Ryan
On a side note, I'd like to say I actually had to research WCW wrestler "Junkyard Dog". If you look on the page where I found information about him, you'll see a listing of all the wrestlers who have died over the years. Most of them died in their mid-40s, from heart problems. But hey, professional wrestlers don't use steroids. But let's get back to this strange letter. I wasn't sure what a "Tiga lights car" was, so I checked it out. As it turns out, it's a race car that costs $95,000. No joke. The full name is the "Tiga Camel Lights GTP Race Car". I'm not sure how to explain it, other than to say I must have been drunk. After winning the lottery. And then I must have forgotten that I won the lottery and bought a $95,000 car named after a cigarette. It probably would have been more fun to reply to Geoffrey (Worst. Name. Ever.) with a bunch of made-up stuff about fornicating with barnyard animals in the car, but my actual response to him was more along the lines of "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?!?" Oh well. We have time for one more asinine letter. It's not quite as asinine as the first letter, but it's still asinine enough. I enjoy typing the word "asinine". This letter's from some idiot named Jessie, even though her e-mail has the name "Lexie" in it. Perhaps it's a Superman/Lex Luthor fetish. I hear people are into that sort of thing in Hector, Ark. Anyway, Jessie requested some free stickers. One of the choices you have to fill out on the free sticker form is "style", meaning which of the three sticker styles (designs) you want. Instead of filling out the sticker number, Jessie wrote "Star and Moon Cresent, Tye Dye, Skateboarding, Music". Apparently, she filled in a list of things she thought were stylish. Jessie is an ass helmet. Well, it's time for me to go to bed, reader. It's getting late, and I spent the past two and a half hours driving to Minneapolis, because I have to go to the dentist Wednesday morning, to have my wisdom teeth checked out. Why did I drive all the way to Minneapolis? Because I don't want to pay for it, and this way I can probably trick my parents into doing so. Suckers.
I don't remember where I found it. I don't remember what website referred me to it. I don't even remember downloading it. It's kind of spooky that way. But it's not bad, so have a listen. The vocals are a little rough, but the guitar work is pretty good. Not bad for guys who look like they're roughly 14 years old.
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I get a lot of strange letters, reader. They don't come often, but boy do they come. Today is one of those strange letters days, and it comes from Geoffrey in Birmingham, Ala. Normally, I'd think a letter like this was spam, but it was sent using the e-mail form on this website, so Geoffrey must be real.
