And not just because it’s all about me. Or because of the picture of my sweet, sweet ass…but those two things definitely help to rank Mr. Fab’s post calling ME the funniest blogger he knows. He knows a lot of funny people…and for me to be ranked #1? I’m in awe.

It all started when Mr. Fab left me a comment on this post, criticizing me for sending out a Christmas newsletter. My first reaction was to call him a bastard, which I did. (Not to his face of course, have you seen the size of that dude?) My second reaction was to get him, and get him good. I would send Mr. Fab the Christmas newsletter to end all newsletters! I deleted the information from the newsletter I had already sent to people, and typed up something very special – something I knew would appeal to Mr. Fab’s sick and twisted sense of humor. Jokes about windowless vans and polygamy, a gay joke, and a pedophile joke or two…it had to be just the right mix of sarcasm and humor.

(Full text of the letter is on his blog, linked above – click and enjoy!)

I mailed the letter and waited, and waited. I think the U.S. Postal Service used the pony express to deliver it, because it took a week for it to get from Tampa to Gainesville. I knew I had gotten Fab when he texted me, giggling like a girl over the newsletter. What a sense of satisfaction! The best way to make someone laugh is to do the unexpected…and I certainly did that.

As for being the funniest blogger he knows, aside from the fake Christmas newsletter, I don’t remember what I did! We sat next to each other at PostieCon, and I’m sure I made snarky remarks and comments, and I typed 137 words a minute, but I don’t recall doing anything that was really hilarious. I think Mr. Fab and I just work well together, and it’s easy to crack someone up when they’re as sick and twisted as you are!

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