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Warning: include(/home/fuddes/public_html/ramblings/ramblingsheader1.php) [function.include]: failed to open stream: No such file or directory in /home/fuddes/dailyramblings.com/ramblings/559.php on line 54 Warning: include() [function.include]: Failed opening '/home/fuddes/public_html/ramblings/ramblingsheader1.php' for inclusion (include_path='.:/usr/local/lib/php:/usr/local/php5/lib/pear') in /home/fuddes/dailyramblings.com/ramblings/559.php on line 54 Letters column 33: If dumbasses grew on trees, I'd have a dumbass forest![]() Paul Ryan One of the reasons I continue writing columns for this website is because of you, reader. I enjoy your witty comments and intelligent correspondence, and look forward to it each day. But if there's one thing I look forward to more, it's the insane, ridiculous rants I get from some people. Today's letters column will be filled with such letters. Instead of explaining in more detail, I think I'll just let the letters speak for themselves. Let's start with the first letter, from Steve in Florida. At first, I thought Steve's e-mail was spam, but believe it or not, he's a real person, and is serious about wanting to partner with this website. Whatever Steve is smoking, I'd like to order a lifetime supply of it.
Oops, kind of went on a tangent there. How about we just move to our second letter, from Jackie in Ithaca, NY. This is another one of those letters I don't understand. If anyone knows what the hell Jackie is talking about, please let me know.
Oh, and please turn off your caps lock and remove all 22 unnecessary exclamation points from your sentence. It makes you look like an ass. Our next letter is from Laura in Texas, who has apparently mistaken me for Dear Abby. Seriously, why the hell would someone ask me something like this? I write a humor column, people. My expertise is in comedy, not junior high school love triangles. Sheesh.
I'm kidding, of course. He's staring at you because he likes you and he's a gigantic pussy. So step up to the plate, go talk to him, and give him head. Then move on to the stereotypical junior high hallway catfight with his girlfriend, with the hair-pulling and the face scratching and the girly whimpering. When the principal asks you what the hell your problem is, tell him you got your advice from some loser with a website who you've never met before. That way, the principal can do what I don't have time to do: smack you upside the head and tell you what a dumbass you are. Our final letter is from Mechealle in California, who runs a popular Steve Guttenberg website. I have been stealing photos from her website for nearly a year now, for use in Steve Guttenberg Saturdays. She wants to shut down the Gutte Saturdays, but she will fail.
But really, Mechealle, if you love the Guttenberg, you should share the Guttenberg. The wonder that is Steve Guttenberg should not be contained in one tiny, poorly-constructed website. It should be spread across the land like AIDS in the porn industry, until everyone in the world is infected with a touch of the Gutte. In closing, I'd like to say this about your threat to attain the demise of Steve Guttenberg Saturdays: Bring it on, woman. Bring. It. On.
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