It was rather singed about the edges (Not sure why–perhaps because it was sent from his abode: Hades)
But I was able to resurrect most of it, and I with sincere humility transcribe it here:
Dear Mister Marcom (I love it when I am called ‘Mister’)
I am certainly honored that you continue to plagiarize my work.
However, you do not seem to be getting much ‘play’.
Perhaps you need to advertise.
(or just fuck off and call it a ‘draw’. You choose.)
Has been my experience that ‘contempoursely’ contemporary shit sells better. Maybe you should just go with Sarah? Hell! All us Jews look alike, n’est-ce-pas?
And of course I just had to hit that ‘reply’ button:
Dear Mister Bruce,
Hey! How’s the weather?
Frivolities out of the way…
I will continue to ‘Post’ You
And, yes, Sarah too
And thanks for the pepperoni.
Here is a toilet
“I am screwed; I speak English.”