twelvis

i had one of the lamest dreams ever. i was reading The Onion and it was like a year ago, when that "all your base are belong to us" stuff was popular. and they did a short article, "main screen turn on." it was more dull than my dream about buying pants in sears.

so i hacked into pee-wee herman's computer and look at this email!

To: Pee-Wee Herman pw@pwplayhouse.net
From: King of Cartoons king@cartoons.puppetland.gov
Subject: Re: Law Troubles
Date: Wed, 28 July 1991 19:34:14 0500

Pee-Wee,

Consider this email a formal severance of official relations between my Court and your enterprise. Not only have you ruined your career and reputation but also the careers and reputations of Chairy, Globey, and the rest of your operation. And because of, what you say, a big mistake over a mere hot dog? What do you take me for, a retarded pig? PW, YOU MASTRUBATED IN A PORNO THEATER! I'M Not going to ruin my career to save your pervy ass!

I dont know where you get off (no pun intended) asking ME for help. You have the name of my lawyer, the Puppetland Police released you on your own recognizance.

May God have mercy on your soul.

King of Cartoons