I've been trying to get The Girl to put together a blog for a while now featuring open letters to whoever is pissing her off at any given time. She wasn't interested, so I went ahead and did it myself. I'm hoping that now that it's done that she'll pick up the reigns.
I present ...LOVE JENNY.The inspiration for this site came from my penchant for condensing all of her rants down to a one sentence "fan" letter to who/whatever was pissing her off. For instance, while I was watching 'Tucker" on MSNBC she launched into a long diatribe on every single way that Tucker Carlson sucked. After 15 minutes I suggested that she write into the show with a letter which read:
Dear Tucker Carlson,
Bow-ties are gay. Drop dead.
Love, Jenny
She never did it (or any of the others - much to my disappointment), but it was a running joke between us.
The other night we were watching The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe and she just couldn't get over the fact that they had digitally removed Aslan's nuts. Throughout the whole damned movie all I heard was "lions have balls" over and over. I then decided that this great wisdom shouldn't be wasted - It needed to be shared with the world. Thus, ...Love Jenny was born.
Enjoy.
7 comments:
Love the concept. Love the site. It reminds me of a plan that I never implemented to write famous people in the guise of Weasel McPuppy. It would be hard to get upset when you are insulted by a cute little Maltese dog. For example...
Dear Ms. Kidman,
I loved you in THE HOURS. I laughed and laughed. Who says they don’t make comedies like they used to? Leave ‘em laughing, funny lady.
Your friend,
Weasel McPuppy
P.S. – Here is my picture. Please send me your picture, with or without the funny nose.
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Dear Ms. Streep,
I didn’t recognize you as the Rabbi in ANGELS IN AMERICA. I like it when you play people that don’t look like you.
I also like to play dress-up. Here is a picture of me in my Halloween costume. Please send me a picture. It doesn’t have to look like you.
Love,
Weasel McPuppy
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Dear Gordon Elliot,
Why are you famous?
Love,
Weasel McPuppy
P.S. – No, really. I don’t get it.
P.P.S. - You don’t need to send me a picture if you don’t want to.
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Dear Giada De Laurentiis,
Are you sure you're Italian? Why you no talka like-a dis?
Love,
Weasel McPuppy
P.S. - What's with the porn music?
Bill-
If you want, I'm sure that I could finagle Weasel a recurring guest-blogger spot on ...Love Jenny.
All she needs is her own Blogger account.
I have daily arguments with Tucker as well. I am a big fan of yelling at the TV. I couild probably wirte a daily blog about my artguments with David Rivkin. That guy is the biggest shit bag on the planet.
Weasel and I appreciate the offer, but if we ever get around to implementing the idea, we want to use the snail mail approach and see if we get any responses. At that time (if it ever comes), Weasel may set up her own blog.
Your friends,
Bill & Weasel
Make sure you clear it with Weasel's people.
That's Brillant!
Dear Liar,
Your initiative shamed me into going forward with my plans. I have my own blog now.
Please visit me at http://weaselmcpuppy.blogspot.com/
Your friend,
Weasel McPuppy
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