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It's finally here* DEBUNK PUNK Season 2 / Episode 1. This show is about you. This show is about me. Fuck the police. Fuck your aesthetic poseur punk lifestyle. Use your fucking brain. Thrash all night and then give me a hug. For real* Talk to me - not through texts (but e-mail is okay, haha)***
Dear K-100 Fuel Treatment- You rock? Yes, that was meant to be open ended and curious sounding; as I am unsure if you do, in fact, rock. No offense guys, but anybody who knows me (Aunt Margie) will tell you that it takes one hell of a person or thing to get me to tell them/it that it/they/IT rocks/rock/rocks. I am not quite sure how I feel about your product, yet, but I tried the fucker out and I am choosing to believe right now that your fuel treatment is some kind of magical juice that makes small engines less thirsty and faster….a combination I find to be contradictory within the cramped & smelly space that is my limited knowledge of internal combustion. But enough about ME, we were talking about YOU weren’t we. Do you clean gunk from the fuel line and through a fuel filter? Fuel injectors, maybe? I’ll bet that’s it, isn’t it. I know…I am sure all of that info is written (brightly, even, I’ll bet) on the back of your bottle. Well, I tossed that right after I dumped its (supercharging!!?!) contents into my fuel tank and I'd rather e-mail you and ask rather than driving back down to Auto Zone to read. So please forgive me for asking shit you took the time and ink to print on your labels. Maybe even on this very websit-I don't feel like surfing around this thing right now. So is that it? Not….I don’t mean…not like “that’s it??”. As if that is anything less than a great thing to do for a dirty, dirty fuel injection system….but there is a cloud of MYSTERY surrounding what you do, I think. Am I wrong? I mean, there are just plain ol' Fuel Injection Cleaners that are called just that. No awesome names or explosive graphics on their bottles. What makes you so goddamned special? I want answers, K-100. How? Where? I don’t think “Why’s” are in order…not “When?” That would be stupid. But HOW do you work? And WHERE do you work? If you’re just a fuel injection cleaner I am going to kill myself, just warning you now. And it will be all your fault K-100. This
Dear Harper’s Weekly- Thank you very much for not being "Harper’s Bazaar". Oh fuck, wait a second. Are you the same fucking Harper’s? Are you the same Harper? Shit I hope not. Whatever. Publishing is crazy, I'm sure. I can't hold it against you if you are owned by the same Harper person. Let’s be clear; I do not read your magazine. My roommate has a subscription (apparently) and I vandalize it when I bring the mail in and your latest issue is included in the day’s trash-excuse me-mail. Sometimes I nearly toss you out with the junk mail…..oh wait. That is not to say that I do that, like, SEEING your mag and wanting to throw it out. Like, the magazine standing out from the pile of pizza coupons and shitheaded faces on flyers wanting to sell my house or whatever 'services' those real estate creeps are advertising. I wish some of them would give me a handjob for a reasonable price (hot chicks!) I am sure your magazine is great….it looks very classy. Or BRAINSY, I should say. Abstracts and short stories and quip-sy political shit. That’s cool. A snotpeg down from the McSweeney’s magazine, whatever that one is called. Heady stuff, guys. It’s just that I get SO much fucking junk mail sometimes you’re included in the fistful (I have a big fist…not a threat…just sayin’) and I’m about to toss you out with the coupons when I realize, “Oh crud! I was about to toss out Harper’s!” And then I don’t. Then I bring it inside, find a pen and write something like, “Oooooh boy! Look at ME! I get Harper’s!” She gets the New Yorker, too. Who the fuck does she think she’s kidding, anyhow? Like she’s some kind of critical thinker. She watches plain old TV like I do. I think that SHE THINKS she’s better than me. I really do. And maybe you represent that, in some way. Maybe I WANT TO toss you out without realizing it explicitly and 100% consciously. Does that make sense? Am I the the one who needs some self-examination? Did you say, “Counseling”, Ha
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