Deadline pressure has gotten to Jim and he’s started in with the funny late night emails to me.See what I have to put up with? He’s mad as a loon.
Jim wrote this to me in the middle of the night, making me laugh, while I’m trying to paint the fires of hell for a heavy metal album cover, harshing my whole evil vibe! Argh!
Inbreeniation has lept…leapted…jumped upon me, and I have become drunc…drunnch…tipsy.
I will continue working, as I am much better when I am…you know.
Sometimes, as I fall asleep, in my head I write better than Shakesphere…Shakespeer…that writer dude from prehistoric England. But, at those particular moments, I cannot tipe…typpe…make any of those little marks…letters? on the paper. Or remember wher you put the paper into the coputer…computter…laptop.
I shall press on regardless.
Wilburforce Q. Noodlewit
P.S. Just kidding. For your amusement only. Tweet or post this and I will hunt you down and yank out the earring you wear in your eyebrow.”