October 21, 2011

Things We Think About In The Afternoon

Following along with this weeks's theme of flat out random hilarity ( I can hear you laughing over your supper of Chipits, don't think that I don't), with highlights that include pictures of my toilet, peeping in a saucepan, and - of course - the best cartoon ever drawn, by yours truly, I present to you the following:

(with full and written consent from Mr, who would like you to note that this telecast is for the viewing enjoyment of our fans, and may not be rebroad - er, never mind.)

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From: Mr (mailto:mr@hisbusiness.com)
Sent: October 18, 2011 11:30 AM
To: Mrs (mailto:mrs@herwork.com)
Subject: van

Don't forget to ask about the van today or we are going to run out of time.

Thanks.
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From: Mrs (mailto:mrs@herworkexceptnotduringbusinesshoursbecausethatwouldbewrong.com)
Sent: October 18, 2011 12:46 PM
To: Mr (mailto:mr@hisbusiness.com)
Subject: van

STOP BOTHERING ME! I'M VERY BUSY AND IMPORTANT!

Also: Leslie got the Little Britain reference just from the illustration, which is why I love her. That is all.
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From: Mr (mailto:mr@hisbusinessofwhichthereisapparentlynotalotsincehehastimetodothis.com)
Sent: October 18, 2011 1:15 PM
To: Mrs (mailto:mrs@herveryverybusyworkwithnobreaksmoanmoansob.com)
Subject: van

blah blah blah you are weird stop being a jerk and do it already computer says no you are still weird go away
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From: Mrs (mailto:mrs@ilikechinesefood.com) 
Sent: October 18, 2011 1:16 PM
To: Mr (mailto:mr@hisbusinessthatnowIkindofthinkmightbeillegal.com)
Subject: van

Oh. My. Lord.

I love you to bits
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From: Mr (mailto:mr@hemustbeactuallysittingontopofthecomputer.com) 
Sent: October 18, 2011 1:19 PM
To: Mrs (mailto:mrs@holycraptheseemailsareonlyminutesapart.com)
Subject: van

yes you

do.

THE END.
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From: Mrs (mailto:mrs@isanybodyelsethinkingaboutchinesefoodnow.com)
Sent: October 18, 2011 1:20 PM
To: Mr (mailto:mrs@becauseidefinitelyam.com)
Subject: van

::BAM::

That was the sound of my head exploding. If you could ask someone to wipe off my monitor and clean up my headless body, that would be great.
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From: Mr (mailto:mr@imalsothinkingaboutcatsforsomereason.com)
Sent: October 18, 2011 1:23 PM
To: Mrs (mailto:mrs@whichisweirdbecauseidontlikecats.com)
Subject: van

Could you get me the phone number of that person?
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From: Mrs (mailto:mrs@whichisreallyweirdbecauseihavetwoofthem.com)
Sent: October 18, 2011 1:24 PM
To: Mr (mailto:mrs@althoughnotreallybecausethosetwoarewhyidontlikecatsanymore.com)
Subject: van

Uh.

644.9999

Which person, numbnuts?
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From: Mr (mailto:mr@areyouactuallystillreadingthese.com)
Sent: October 18, 2011 2:16 PM
To: Mrs (mailto:mrs@becausetheytookalotoftimeandcreativitytowriteyouknow.com)
Subject: van

the person you want to clean up your head.
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From: Mrs (mailto:mrs@andnowimfeelingliketheyrewastedonyou.com)
Sent: October 18, 2011 2:20 PM
To: Mr (mailto:mrs@soimgoingtoactallhuffynexttimewetalk.com)
Subject: van

MY HEAD JUST EXPLODED AND YOU WANT ME TO WORRY ABOUT WHO'S GOING TO CLEAN IT UP?!

You suck. I take it back about loving you. I hope our ashes don't get mixed up in the same cardboard box.
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From: Mr (mailto:mr@justsoyouknow.com)
Sent: October 18, 2011 2:16 PM
To: Mrs (mailto:mrs@fairwarningshiftyeyes.com)
Subject: van

cardboard box!? aren't we fancy. i was going to get mine put in a pepper shaker.

. . .

Sensible? No. Edifying? Probably not.

Romantic? Oh yes. Yes indeed.