September - October 1997
(Want to see Old Mail?
 
Regarding Spite Magazine

(These guys put a link to Spite on their page, "The Institute for Exploded Vomit.")

Here at the Institute, we are always looking for ways to promote the worthy cause of pointless spite and contempt. In fact, at this very moment we feel a swelling of flatulent, unfocused, ill-humor deep down in the cockles of our intestines.

We might have more to say on the subject, only we're very tired right now, so we think we'll go to bed and curl up with Mr. Blankie. Believe it or not, even we superior beings here at the Institute have to sleep sometimes, just like you poor wretched slobs out there in your trailer parks (and God knows where else).

Yours maliciously,

Clint Foster
Chief Proctologist
The Institute for Exploded Vomit

Well, it certainly is a pleasure, after our year of hard work, detailed research, and sweat-drenched first drafts, to attract the compliments of a complete psychopath. Sad thing is, we like this guy. -ed.

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