Vintage Chop Chop
Right now I'm out of the city, so it's given me some time to catch up on some email. I get so much love on the internet that I thought I would dig into my mailbag and share a special note from a fan from the UK that I recently received. It was so touching that I shared it with my whole family here in [undisclosed location]. It was left on episode #2 of my Youtube show "Chop Chop" and joyously addressed all the people involved in that wonderful show. The letter read...
"You bunch of sick redneck bastards! You call yourselves artists? You wankers! Its stuff like this that makes the world HATE Americans so much! Your clear disrespect for life is appalling - I hope when you die someone mutilates your bodies and sticks your own head up your a** before stuffing your d*** down your throat. Record that and put it on Youtube you c****!"
Thanks "OBeardyOne"! Your insights have literally changed my life. Please do not hesitate to send your thoughts to the ole' mailbag anytime. It's for people like you, who show true appreciation for my work, that I slap on the latex gloves every week. Episode #2 (your favorite) went off without a hitch, excluding the part where I sliced my finger open with a scalpel covered in cow blood. That was cool, right? Perhaps someday we can meet over coffee if you're ever in New York City and I can thank you personally. Be well.
"You bunch of sick redneck bastards! You call yourselves artists? You wankers! Its stuff like this that makes the world HATE Americans so much! Your clear disrespect for life is appalling - I hope when you die someone mutilates your bodies and sticks your own head up your a** before stuffing your d*** down your throat. Record that and put it on Youtube you c****!"
Thanks "OBeardyOne"! Your insights have literally changed my life. Please do not hesitate to send your thoughts to the ole' mailbag anytime. It's for people like you, who show true appreciation for my work, that I slap on the latex gloves every week. Episode #2 (your favorite) went off without a hitch, excluding the part where I sliced my finger open with a scalpel covered in cow blood. That was cool, right? Perhaps someday we can meet over coffee if you're ever in New York City and I can thank you personally. Be well.
