Sometimes I write weird stuff


Like this old-timey letter I wrote for National Lampoon, in which a vintage fellow writes his mother from California to inform her that he’s found the nude actress he’s going to marry.

Mother, I have found the nude actress I shall marry

I just find the contrast between pornography and old-timey correspondence with an extra serving of politesse funny.

(bumped from Sunday because they moved it to the 18th)