Friends Don't Let Friends Drive With Cod in Their Trousers
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This is the FDLFDWCTT newsletter number something or other. I frankly don't care. By the way, I got rid of that picture thing, since even I had trouble figuring out what it was. I'm sorry, if you were really attached to it. Well, new members have been cropping up like flies after somebody from the middle ages emptied a chamberpot in the street (Just you wait, that'l become a popular metaphor. Mark my words). As I mentioned last time but didn't really explain, Noah's "friend" (nudge nudge wink wink say no more say no more) Kitty from down South (No, San Diego, not Peru) joined, as did OGFfish from Indianapolis. Just today Jena joined too. She gets extra points since she said she heard I was such a cool guy. I also recieved several good suggestions. The first, from Jennifer, suggested we have some kind of get-together involving cheese stuff (mac and cheese, cheese logs, cheese pizza, cheesecake, cheese puffs, cheese soup etc) and watching cheesey movies to show those darn pro-codders whose boss and would be better than simply making funny faces at them. I aggree with her, the funny face thing isn't working since the pro-codders are up to two members now, and I think a get-together would be a nice excuse to not do homework. Of course unless you outta towners have large wads of money lying around and nothing better to do you probably won't be able to come, but we could email you a description of it and you could put on your VR goggles and read it. It'd be just like being there, but without the calories or indigestion. The second I forgot. Speaking of Pro-codders (well we were earlier) I've got a message here from the enemy (theme song of Jaws plays in background), which I have scanned in and placed below: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hello... My name is Codinpants Driver.. I was going along typing random internet addresses on my computer when I came across your page for the organization "Friends Don't Let Friends Drive With Cod in Their Trousers." I must say that I am outraged! You claim that the practice of cod-in-trouser driving is a plague to society? This is totally and completely false! I myself drive with cod in my pants often, and it has never caused any trouble whatsoever! It is a common myth that people having cod in their trousers is the main cause in over half the car accidents involving barnyard animals between the hours of 4 A.M. and 6:30 PM on major Jewish holidays in the month of August during a full moon at times which an infomercial for the Ronco ID Card Cheese Cutter 2000 are playing on any station whose number on public cable in Louisiana is a multiple of 9. This is completely not so! There is no relationship between cod being in a drivers pants and the barnyard animal accident between 4 and 6:30 AM on a major Jewish holiday in the month of August during a full moon at times which the previously mentioned infomercial on a public cable channel in Louisiana who's channel number is a multiple of 9!! My organization, the FAMFDWCTTETKT, or Friends Always Make Friends Drive With Cod in Their Trousers or Else They Kill Them, would like an explanation! Please respond....
Love yours truly, Codinpants Driver ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- FDLFDWCTT Members, are you going to take this sitting down? I know I am. But that shouldn't stop us from writing a response to this blasphemy. In fact, I will write one right now (you can do that kind of thing when you're the one writing the newsletter): You ****. You don't ****ing deserve to ****ing tie my shoe you ****. (I'm sorry for the strong language, but I feel it neccesary to better illustrate my point) I think you're a little ****. Now I'm really getting #$!@&$ mad. You should go stick your $#%@ing head in a bucket of staples you %#$@ing @!#%$#. Ok, now that I've got that out of my system I welcome responses from you. No, not you, YOU. Yeah, YOU. In fact, I'll include a picture of this offender, so you can know and shun him on the streets. If your mail thingy can't view pictures, too bad, but if it can the picture should be attached. Ok, that's all for now, and remember, GARAMOOSH!