Best Wiest Ever (#82, Zeke Grombies)
To Whom I May Discern,
My receptionist job keeps me pretty busy, but I can’t complain. I can, however, reduce a crowd to weeping with my Phrenology demonstrations. I was once able to foresee a man’s violent liquification into pure bronze just by feeling the bumps on his doomed cranium. At least that’s what I’m trying to convince of the Big City’s hardened talent agents.
Oh, how I long to make Auntie Auntina proud. How I yearn to become a success in the Big City and show Vinny Kirkwood and all of his doofus friends at the Soda Club that I’ve got what it takes to be a star.
So basically, what I’m asking is that you attend my one woman show: “An Envelope For Gran’pappy”. It’s playing Tuesday Nights at The Supper Triad in L’il East Anglia. Gosh, I just know you’re going to love it, and maybe you could spread the word to some of your industry connections. It would really help me get my foot in the door at auditions.
Also, please find enclosed a letter [Ed. - click on "column" in the main menu] from one of our doctors, Dr. M. Chowderclaws, in regards to a Mr. Reinwell Wiest. I understand Mr. Wiest is an associate of yours. He is ever so interesting.
As each day passes with no callbacks, I envy the silence behind his blissful visage.
Regards,
Prudence Herbert McGertrude
Receptionist, What Me, Mercy? Hospital
Filed by wrestlingteam at June 25th, 2008 under news