Whatever it was, I was falling apart laughing (inwardly). I think it was comedy, literary categories be damned. I shared with Andy Kaufman, Lydia Davis, Samuel Beckett and Groucho Marx. I asked them to send you their scores.
I nearly skipped to the punchline. On my way down I saw the word Tralfamadorians -- I became unstuck from time. I went to the Planet Iowa Writers Workshop and saw Vonnegut eating Flannery O'Connor's brain, with a spoon. It was gross so I got restuck on purpose. I never should have travelled to a planet run by an MfA program. There was no satire there.
one hopes the obvious sequel -- "is it irony?" -- is forthcoming. looking forward to that one. satire i understand but irony? help us, exclusive evil. you're our only evil hope.
A wonderful story which makes one ponder many important questions:
1) With all that genital kneeing, how did Bill and Phil ever find time to write?
2) What are genitals? (asking for a friend)
3) Will we ever, as the human race, stop kneeing one another in the genitals and instead come together in peace and harmony to caress one another’s genitals?
Finally! Fun at parties.
#20 is a masterpiece of modern literature. #28 is the gospel truth.
Bravo!
That state takes many years of liver training. You should be proud.
Whatever it was, I was falling apart laughing (inwardly). I think it was comedy, literary categories be damned. I shared with Andy Kaufman, Lydia Davis, Samuel Beckett and Groucho Marx. I asked them to send you their scores.
Thank you! One day I’m challenging Andy for that belt.
> Ken says, “Hello Barbie.”
> Barbie knees Ken in the crotch.
> Nothing happens.
That’s just a neat little joke, ironic or not :)
I felt smart for that one.
I enjoyed this so much. It's like Waiting for Godot, except Godot shows up in every scene with a strike to the scrotum.
This is my new favorite review of my work.
I nearly skipped to the punchline. On my way down I saw the word Tralfamadorians -- I became unstuck from time. I went to the Planet Iowa Writers Workshop and saw Vonnegut eating Flannery O'Connor's brain, with a spoon. It was gross so I got restuck on purpose. I never should have travelled to a planet run by an MfA program. There was no satire there.
We can round that up to a win. Besides, Tralfamadorians don't have a concept of passing or failing.
The MFA dimension is a strange one. I'm glad you've got whatever percentage of your psyche is left. Thank you for reading!
Thank you for this. Consider it shared.
> This newsletter looks back at me while I am naked; as I take the red pill—
Neo uploads himself into the crotch
There is no spoon
Much appreciated, crotch and all.
22 was my favorite, until I got to 39. 🙃 I should speak less, but I was close to being close! 😂
I practice martial arts. Out of respect for the clearly uninitiated Bill and Phil, I had no choice but to skip to the punchline.
The black belt is well-deserved.
one hopes the obvious sequel -- "is it irony?" -- is forthcoming. looking forward to that one. satire i understand but irony? help us, exclusive evil. you're our only evil hope.
Maybe I’ll test my limits. If I fall short, remember me as a hero.
A wonderful story which makes one ponder many important questions:
1) With all that genital kneeing, how did Bill and Phil ever find time to write?
2) What are genitals? (asking for a friend)
3) Will we ever, as the human race, stop kneeing one another in the genitals and instead come together in peace and harmony to caress one another’s genitals?
They tried #3 at Burning Man but Nature laughed at them