The in box

I laughed aloud at 9:49 this morning, thanks to David, winner of last month’s newsletter competition. This is an amazing feat, made my day. Republished, then, our correspondence in full:

David:

I know this I know this I know this! “Down By Law”
Question: How awesome is that? Answer: quite very awesome indeed.
Thanks,
David, from that little tiny country in the middle of Europe that has great chocolates and pedophiles (Belgium).

Sarah:

I’d love to send you an icecream, but Ben and Jerry’s doesn’t really exist in that small chocolate & pedophiles country. Mes apologies.
Let me know if there’s a (spread-)shirt you’d like, and I can send that over instead…

best,
Sarah

David:

Aww, that’s just too bad. I’ve been waiting here like this in anticipation of consuming some of that great alternate-phase food:

As you can see, I took out the Great Spoon of Doom^TM in order to devour the icecream in a more productive way. Hooray for capitalism meets consumerism (is that last one even an -ism?). Note that in the meantime I grew a beard. Kind of. Also note that yes, I have Lucky Luke and the Daltons on the wallpaper in my room. Sue me.

Kisses & Lollipops,
David

If I’m gone, you know where to look for me.