Woodleaf to Cracky, come in Cracky
CK: I am here
Woodleaf: Have you read my latest missive?
CK: I have
Woodleaf: What did you think?
CK: You mean the one entitled “My Story?”
CK: I was moved
Woodleaf: Oh, thank you, Cracky. You are my best friend, ever. No one else will read my missives, and if they do they are left strangely speechless and unable to provide me with constructive feedback.
CK: Macy sent a cable. The cable said, legal won’t allow us to print the story. Can you promise me there would be any problems down the road if we use her real name and her daughter’s real names?
Woodleaf: Don’t worry that fat, old lady is too stupid to even get a clue about what is going on. But, what do you suggest?
CK: Macy is your PR, and I am just a parrot, who repeats back everything you say and adds the words, I was moved. I think you are complete right, as usual.
Woodleaf: That is right! I never listen to Macy, in fact, I do just the opposite of everything she tells me, because I think its funny. (laugher)
CK: I am sure we won’t be sued, and that lawsuit won’t affect the status of our brilliant novel that we are coauthoring.
Woodleaf: What does this mean? One Facebook: It says she is in a relationship with Jesus Exchange.
CK: The Jesus Exchange means girls are married to Jesus, and not to any mortal man. Its like a nun.
Woodleaf: Cracky, you are brilliant.
CK: You are too kind.