7.15.2006

pooooooool day

Dear Henry Ford,

My nose is red and I feel like killing an Injun. Why do horses still exist? You gave me the Model T, sir. Please kill all horses. I don't ever want to deal with that inferior mammal ever again. Sir, I smile when I hear about the Tin Lizzie. It appears no one will best the engine. The engine is better than 60 French slaves working together. Please notice my moustache.

Signature,

Michael Conti

P.S. Yesterday I chewed on a dime. It was like 10,000 poor people putting their hands in my mouth.

8 comments:

the pants said...

was it a rupee? because really it would only be about 600 poor people hands in america dood.

L'Austin Translation said...

I will be going on a date in an honest-to-Henry Ford Model T sometime soon.

This realization made me think of HF and hence, your blog.


Happy Monday.

Conti said...

did I really drunkenly blog a letter to Henry Ford?

emertron said...

Ha ha ha! Drunk blog!!!!!!!

elginroots said...

yo do you live at the same place? i found that envelope you sent me which contains your return address in the upper left hand corner. i will send you a letter once you confirm this is your current residence.

Conti said...

yes that is my current residence.

el Bow said...

Hey Mike, why not put your address here so we can all send you post.

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