The King of Jesters has received his first letter ever! Yay! This is a truly exciting moment. But, alas, it is not a very kind email. It describes the Jester’s entire life as a sequence of miserable failures in breathtakingly malicious and hateful terms. Now that really hurts. We didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. So we did both, after fortifying ourselves with strong drink. The note encapsulates and exposes the toxicity of the Jesters’ family perfectly, which is exactly what we have been trying to do all along, on this website, as a form of catharsis and redemption.
The toxin came to us in the guise of an email. The problem with emails is that you can’t wipe your butt with them. Instead, we forwarded it to the Jester’s X-file, under Correspondence, where it will be given the treatment it deserves, namely, a copy will be printed and used as toilet paper.
And then, off to our witch doctor for a cleanse. Sheesh! What a wasted fifteen minutes of fame.
