Post by rorschalk on Jul 16, 2020 18:40:06 GMT
Dear Ms. karmazin,
Close, but no. But at least the response was not given under the influence of any hallucinogens (as far as I can gather). I've copied Rockefellers response, from the Floor, below:
[Rocks glances over at Doomey's bag. Jesus! His body bag!]
Some sort of court-ordered pitching in with the pandemic?
Full disclosure: I once told a therapist that I was a lesbian trapped in a man's body, evidenced by an aversion to any porn in which one or more parties are male, especially their cum shots.
But enough chit-chat. A decision must rendered on this Karmazin cap. It came with her cover letter stuck to its title page using some hard to identify, possibly bodily, substance. It's the best cover letter I've seen in my many years as a free-range slush reader. Maybe I'll send it up. As to the cap itself, not the best I've ever encountered, but a far cry from the worst. Indeed, I have reviewed considerably weaker works advanced to the Terminal where I was chained prior to my well-deserved demotion.
[Rocks adjusts his headphones.]
Just a sec... Gotta sing along to this part.
Flies and rot
and rats and snot
and vomit on the floor...
Did Zappa ever work here? So who's that in the bag again?
The first question on some sponsored Facebook Covid-19 survey I never filled out the other day was, "Gender?" There were eight choices with a ninth being, "Other:" Does no one play the hand they're dealt anymore?
Sorry, I digress.
My favorite part of this intra-matrimonial gender reassignment piece was the MC's asking her husband how he'd feel if she were to surgically and hormonally transition into a hairy little scruffy-faced, big-dicked troll of a man. See, even though he still likes pussy, he's decided he's a woman (and gone to the usual lengths, including The Big Chop and an Adam's apple shave, to make it so) and feels she should be okay with continuing their marriage being he's still into her and everything. So this is a really tough call, a real fence-sitter. In the highly subjective and biased end, it just seemed to read a little too easily (and perhaps dispassionately?) written. If the MC wants to know how it would have fared, had I sent it upstairs instead of out the window, here: it would've garnered a split vote in the Terminal: Fish yea, Bull nay; then the Monkey would've passed. If you doubt me, maybe tighten and funny and philosophize and voice it up just a little. Then re-sub it under a different title in a month or two, and I will send it up, and you'll see. Promise.
Close, but no. But at least the response was not given under the influence of any hallucinogens (as far as I can gather). I've copied Rockefellers response, from the Floor, below:
[Rocks glances over at Doomey's bag. Jesus! His body bag!]
Some sort of court-ordered pitching in with the pandemic?
Full disclosure: I once told a therapist that I was a lesbian trapped in a man's body, evidenced by an aversion to any porn in which one or more parties are male, especially their cum shots.
But enough chit-chat. A decision must rendered on this Karmazin cap. It came with her cover letter stuck to its title page using some hard to identify, possibly bodily, substance. It's the best cover letter I've seen in my many years as a free-range slush reader. Maybe I'll send it up. As to the cap itself, not the best I've ever encountered, but a far cry from the worst. Indeed, I have reviewed considerably weaker works advanced to the Terminal where I was chained prior to my well-deserved demotion.
[Rocks adjusts his headphones.]
Just a sec... Gotta sing along to this part.
Flies and rot
and rats and snot
and vomit on the floor...
Did Zappa ever work here? So who's that in the bag again?
The first question on some sponsored Facebook Covid-19 survey I never filled out the other day was, "Gender?" There were eight choices with a ninth being, "Other:" Does no one play the hand they're dealt anymore?
Sorry, I digress.
My favorite part of this intra-matrimonial gender reassignment piece was the MC's asking her husband how he'd feel if she were to surgically and hormonally transition into a hairy little scruffy-faced, big-dicked troll of a man. See, even though he still likes pussy, he's decided he's a woman (and gone to the usual lengths, including The Big Chop and an Adam's apple shave, to make it so) and feels she should be okay with continuing their marriage being he's still into her and everything. So this is a really tough call, a real fence-sitter. In the highly subjective and biased end, it just seemed to read a little too easily (and perhaps dispassionately?) written. If the MC wants to know how it would have fared, had I sent it upstairs instead of out the window, here: it would've garnered a split vote in the Terminal: Fish yea, Bull nay; then the Monkey would've passed. If you doubt me, maybe tighten and funny and philosophize and voice it up just a little. Then re-sub it under a different title in a month or two, and I will send it up, and you'll see. Promise.