My brother Patrick is one of the funniest people I know.
His humor is very dry and never obvious – always displaying a level of complexity and strangeness to it that makes it continually rewarding. He’s part of an improv comedy troupe that performs during the summer, and he’s a writer for a satirical college newsletter called the Tommy Basement Times.
Recently, Patrick put together an entire issue of the Times, and was kind enough to email a copy of it to me. Here’s a note he sent along with:
peter-
i’m glad you appreciate the articles though. a lot of my humor is doing things despite or without recognition and appreciation, but it’s nice to know that you enjoy it.
-dad
My favorite article is piece on cats on the front page – I’ve been giggling to myself about it for the last 24 hours.
Peter-
Thank you for trying to sell me to your friends. It makes me less embarassed of myself when i see you shamelessly enforcing your preferences on others. In the future, if you ever again use an excerpt of mine, please make sure that your own text has more typos so that I will appear dramatically more intelligent. In exchange for this I will continue sending you cat paraphernalia, including pictures, hair, and bottled feline scents. (mom says you can’t have another cat yet)
Patrick:
Tell me more about Peter’s cat fetish.
Dood I love that one about the cancer guy. “Get away from me cancer kids.”
That’s awesome that your siblings are as funny, strange and random as you are Peter.