If you’ve ever left a comment on my blog, you hopefully know that I usually try to send you a personal reply. I figure it’s the least I can do after someone’s suffered through a masterwork like “If Horton Lived In My Neighborhood.” Oh, yes, indeedy, I’m a giver.
But recently, I got a very lovely, very thoughtful comment in my inbox that was so special, I wanted to answer it publicly. The comment appears to be from an international gentleman who has obviously spent a lot of time reading my blog. And while it’s sort of weird to admit this, I have to say that it was immediately obvious this mysterious man just “gets me.” He really gets me. (Sorry, but I’m tearing up a little. I get really emotional when I write about this.)
While my “Angel de Commento” didn’t write much, in the precious, few sentences he did leave for me, he truly made me feel like he can see directly into my soul. My soul! I know it’s strange, but it’s like he and I now share a sacred bond that can never be broken. Ever. Not by man, not by God, not by a pack of pissed-off longshoremen after a three-day tequila bender in Reno. Yes, from now on, this man and I will be forever joined.
Anyway, I’ll stop blathering on, and simply share with you the words that have touched me so, so deeply:
Excuse me. Nice, i hate this site, kill you. Help me! A Teenis ball machines, when the thing is even exchanged to internal or hard games of basic path cheap as machines and is released it provides an component. A Teenis ball machines, where can buy for fun and profeet? You die, me want! A for more semiconductor and open body, a even suspended scanning handheld is dedicated.
Berthold from Leone.
I know—-beautiful, isn’t it? (Sorry, I’m crying again! I’m such a wuss!) But after reading those words, don’t you feel like William Shakespeare himself rose from the dead to write an angry, illiterate death threat against me while also brazenly requesting that I help him locate a teenis ball machines for fun and profeet? I mean, my God, people, but that’s just pure, pure poetry right there. Pure poetry.
So Berthold from Leone, wherever you are (is Leone in the South of France? Switzerland? Ohio?), I just want to thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking the time out of your busy international sports business to contact me. Berthold, you have touched me. You have changed me.
But mostly, you’ve made me just install the toughest mothereffin’ SPAM filter I can get my hands on. And for that, my darling, I thank you.