Peter, Paul, and Dean are homies, bless their hearts, if you know what I'm sayin'!

Reminds me of a salesletter Tim wrote, bless his heart.


Peter Stone

Um. Ok. That was intended to be funny. Yellow snow - writing sales letters...


Peter Stone

Not true!
(what sucks for Peter in copywriting is brilliant for most of us.)

Just his jokes suck, bless his heart...

Uh... I'm not sure if Peter realizes how my lame attempt at hip hop was really very affectionate compliments, bless MY heart!

To be sure, I better send some of my previous posts back through the Hip Hop reverse translator...

Translated:

Peter, Paul, and Dean are my buddies...
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Further translation coming, but a side note first to illustrate that my preferred humor can be rough:

Once upon a time, I was a building contractor (this already explains a lot), and one summer, several years ago, there were four, 20 - 24 year old Americans here living in Italy for a summer (I knew most of them when they were just kids back in California)... and I gave them some work to help them support themselves while they were here.

Real wild, hip guys... anyway, we became good friends (I am a good, tolerant boss).

They invited me to a party one week-end at their rental home, in the heat of the summer, and to make a long story short, we drank a lot of beer.

None of us had shirts on, it was so hot! And after all the beer was finished, a spontaneous massive 5-way, free-for-all wrestling match started because one guy was trying to twist everyone's titties (that hurts even for a guy!)

You can imagine...

5 guys running around at midnight, just in shorts, no shoes, inside and outside, forming temporary alliances, to be betrayed in a half-breath (and twisted titty), until everyone practically passed out in laughter.

Even though I walked away with an inclined rib, and my very long hair was full of terrible stickers (one guy actually harvested a bunch and purposefully jammed them into my hair! You know the kind, about a 1 inch ball, full of tough, sticky spikes) and another guy put his foot through a sheetrock wall (that we had to later fix) in a valiant attempt to avoid a tag-team double fisted twist, and another guy had awful (but hilarious) purplish-black bruises around his nipples (the guy who started the riot)...

It remains as one of those top experiences... it was 100% free, clean, oh so wild and outrageously funny, that we were all rolling around on the ground in tears!

THAT is medicine! (WARNING: to be taken in very small doses - before meals)

My rough attempt at humor was a little vague, so here's the second hip-hop reverse translation to show everyone that I really respect Peter very much as a friend and copywriter...

Translated:

Dear Paul,

I'm not surprised that your site disallowed my very good friend Peter, he's a genuine threat your site's current conversion rate, and change is scary.

If you don't like change, don't let him near your web page, or his copywriting genius will turn it into a veritable money-machine whether you like it or not.

I can tease Peter because he's my friend, and because I'm far enough away to not risk getting my titty twisted.

But I'm getting carried away, so it's better to stop.

All the best...

- End Translation -

Call me crazy - but you only live once! (This time around)

Tim

Tim,

Memories like that, which are installed in my brain so that I can replay them at will, are true gold.

Thanks for telling that story.

I'll add that having children has opened up an entire universe of comedic material.

The other night I'm watching, fascitated, as my eight-year-old builds something with his Kinex.

I muse aloud, "Jordan, I wonder what kind of interests you'll have when you're older?"

Jordan replies, in an offhand manner, "Dad, I'm not that kind of guy."

I chuckle and ask, "What kind of guy is that, Jordan?"

Jordan says, matter of factly as he continues building, "The kind of guy who thinks about his future."

That was Friday evening, Dec. 3rd. I'm still smiling and laughing about it. Actively installing those types of memories is a technique my Pop has taught his patients for years.

Check this out playas

http://www.asksnoop.com/shizzolator....cessdoctor.com

Michel sounds so much more convincing when he promises you to...

"Double, triple, even quadruple yo' conversion without having pay fo' a rewrite." I critique 'n tweak yo' copy, recorded on video, know what I'm sayin'?"

Word!

That is too funny... I typed in http://www.JPMaroney.com -- and to hear myself talk like that is nuts!