This is still America, right?
So the willfully obtuse Dominic Jones had the temerity to confront me regarding the content of this space on the web, Panjabe's own place to put his most truthful and accurate thoughts. It seems that he is offended by my belief that he is worthy of nothing but scorn and ridicule from yours truly, the boffoest of the boffo dudes. I warned him that if he dared to step back into the arena of the pen and attempt to trade barbs with me as he did a year ago on ThePWF.com, things would go just as badly for him now as they did then.
Actually, I didn't say that. I mumbled something noncommittal and shuffled back to my office. But rest assured, denizens of Panjabe's place on the internet, that malodorous Dominic Jones is reading these words and knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that to cross me is to be a step closer to death! How dare he take umbrage with my words? Doesn't he know this is the fabled America, home of free speech and freedom of the press? I am the press! I am Panjabe Ishboo!
Hey Dominic Jones, if you're so great and wonderful, how come you don't ever actually write or edit anything anymore, Mr. Editor? I do all the writing around here at PWF Magazine, ever since Waldorf Gipper died, and you just have The ThePWF.com Webmaster do all the editing now! Believe me, this is a good thing since your own grammar skills were shaky and uncouth to say the least, but where do you get off calling yourself the editor anymore, huh? Tell Panjabe that!
Maybe you don't want any of the people at ThePWF.com to know of your response, that's fine. You can just leave a comment here to answer me if you're afraid of the public knowing the truth. So tell me and the upwards of four people reading these words exactly what your problem with me is, Jones! Is it because I'm a better writer than you? Is it my stylish hair and debonair good looks, that make you look like a rodeo clown? Maybe you're just embarrassed that major superstars like Raven constantly beg on the air for me to interview them, while not even Al Snow would give you the time of day! Come clean, Dominic Jones! Let's set the record straight, once and for all!
BOO-YAH!
Actually, I didn't say that. I mumbled something noncommittal and shuffled back to my office. But rest assured, denizens of Panjabe's place on the internet, that malodorous Dominic Jones is reading these words and knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that to cross me is to be a step closer to death! How dare he take umbrage with my words? Doesn't he know this is the fabled America, home of free speech and freedom of the press? I am the press! I am Panjabe Ishboo!
Hey Dominic Jones, if you're so great and wonderful, how come you don't ever actually write or edit anything anymore, Mr. Editor? I do all the writing around here at PWF Magazine, ever since Waldorf Gipper died, and you just have The ThePWF.com Webmaster do all the editing now! Believe me, this is a good thing since your own grammar skills were shaky and uncouth to say the least, but where do you get off calling yourself the editor anymore, huh? Tell Panjabe that!
Maybe you don't want any of the people at ThePWF.com to know of your response, that's fine. You can just leave a comment here to answer me if you're afraid of the public knowing the truth. So tell me and the upwards of four people reading these words exactly what your problem with me is, Jones! Is it because I'm a better writer than you? Is it my stylish hair and debonair good looks, that make you look like a rodeo clown? Maybe you're just embarrassed that major superstars like Raven constantly beg on the air for me to interview them, while not even Al Snow would give you the time of day! Come clean, Dominic Jones! Let's set the record straight, once and for all!
BOO-YAH!
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