Proper Rejection

Latest revision as of 12:34, 25 July 2011

This refuses to get old to me, so its time to share it.

If you read too much Hunter S. Thompson, got big dreams to be a gonzo superstar, and submitted something to Rolling Stone, then they would send you this special rejection letter, from the man himself:

Dear Writer:

You worthless, acid-sucking piece of illiterate shit! Don't ever send this brain-damaged swill in here again. If I had the time, I'd come out there and drive a fucking wooden stake through your head. Why don't you get a real job, asshole? Like maybe delivering advertising handouts door to door, or taking tickets at carny rides?

You cocksuckers are all the same. You're just like the drug-addled geeks at Rolling Stone who keep sending me this crap. I'd just as soon kill them all.

Do me a favor, dipshit. Jam this tissue of delusions where your readership will better appreciate it.

Up your ass!

Sincerely,

Yail Bloor III, Minister of Belles Lettres

P.S. Keep up the good work. Have a nice day. Loser.

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