pennyhartzcan:
Dear Miss Hooper,
It has recently come to my attention that you are in desperate need of a Best Friend. I feel that I am the perfect candidate for this position, and would greatly appreciate if you would take a moment to consider my qualifications. I’ve gone ahead and highlighted attributes I feel are of particular note.
I feel it is important in any friendship to first establish a common ground. So for this, I say to you: I’ve been there. In fact, the number of times I have been there have allowed me to develop an excellent “Douchebag Radar.” Ranging from Harmless, to Dickwad, to Misogynist, it allows me an uncanny ability to point out when someone is not worth your time. As such, I would be able to tell you “Avoid men who whip corpses. Unless you’re into that. No judgement.” or “Oh honey no, Jim is gay. And possibly a serial killer.” I would definitely tell you not to bother buying Sherlock a Christmas gift.
Of course, you won’t listen (remember - I’ve been there!). Therefore, you should be aware that I have 25 years experience making a fool of myself in public. I have now become impervious to embarrassment and am not above making a drunken spectacle of myself at a Christmas party to detract unwanted attention from you. If that’s not your thing, I am also perfectly capable of standing by and quietly offering my support. In either situation, I will never utter the words “I told you so.” I will however tell you that you’re way too good for him.
I am also surprisingly threatening.
Finally, one of the features that makes me uniquely qualified for this position is a system I have developed called “Wine, Cheese, and Top Gun.” This one night event combines the class of cheap wine and a Trader Joe’s cheese platter, with the male objectification found in cheesy 80’s action flicks. Bread sticks are optional. Formerly heartbroken friends have been quoted as saying:
- “Whatever. I don’t even care. I don’t even fucking care!!”
- “I am a fucking flawless human being!”
- “Wow Val Kilmer was fucking hot before he got fat.”
- “What the fuck, is that Tim Robbins?”
- “Do you own any movies made after 1986?” (No.)
- “Who the fuck ate all the Cheez-Its??!”
My friends curse a lot. If you accept my proposal, you will find you have a place waiting for you among this vulgar group. Please review my application and reply back to me as soon as possible. I eagerly await your response.
Sincerely,
-PennyHartzCan
(What I’m trying to say is, that Christmas party scene was the most uncomfortable, upsetting thing I’ve seen in awhile, and I got your fucking back sister girl!)
Oh, hello there.
That’s an awfully kind offer but I’m afraid I’m a little wary of people who contact me through my blogs nowadays o.O .
I have to say, Sherlock doesn’t whip corpses for fun… I… I don’t think…
Also, I wasn’t … I didn’t make a fool of myself at the christmas party, did I? Sherlock was cruel, but everybody there is used to his ways. He just… didn’t realise.
Your “wine, cheese and Top Gun” system does sound like a great plan. Although I’m not very much into Tom Cruise. Or many 80s flicks for that matter. I have heard of a great documentary drama about Van Gogh by a promising young actor called Benedict Cumberbatch. I could bring the dvd… hypothetically…
Honestly, your offer is ever so nice, and it made me smile! Thankyou!
PS: How do nut brown detectives in aviators rate on your douchebag radar? I have a friend who was wondering. A friend was wondering…