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John Phillips has always been a must-read but also seems like a complete weirdo. It makes perfect sense that he’d demand an intern hand-deliver his copy…I guess he also doesn’t us….the U.S. Postal Service in addition to faxes and the internet?
DT: “No, just add my joke again…when is the best time to go to the dentist? 2:30 since my “tooth-hurty”
MH: Okay!
David’s new nickname is “bowling bumper”.
{ shrugs }
Brevity is the soul of wit. I liked the first version better and don’t think it would’ve ruffled any feathers without any notes. If anything, the exaggerated version reads a bit more derogatory than the original.
Also, WHERE IS MY PERSONAL INTERN?! Someone needs to take a mule up to my remote Alpine cheese farm to retrieve my words when I finally ragequit Texas. Ain’t no way rural Swiss internet is as good as the cheese.
The original version was hilarious. The final version is the kind of filler my eyes gloss over.
The MTG line the other day, though. Man. I’m only mad because I couldn’t tell if you meant fanfic penned by MTG, or written about MTG, and now I’ve imagined both.