Jesus H. Macy, we’ve got a lot of email over here!

Just piles and piles of semi-coherent ramblings, all wadded together and posted in an approximation of actual content. It doesn’t get better than this!

So let’s stop wasting time and just get right into the high quality entertainment. Now, before the Nyquil kicks in.

First up, this spectacular bit of fuckery sent in by a sharp-eyed reader. Nice findings, Otto! Now try finding a dictionary.

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4 EMAILS ABOUT SKANTS:
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From: Lindsay
Subject: Skants!
Date: March 21, 2010 9:00:40 PM PDT
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When I found your posts on Skants, the first thing I thought of was this photo:



This is me, in the summer of ’97, 14 years old and bored out of my skull. My friend and I decided that the solution to our boredom was to wear our T-shirts as weird body suits. I had no idea, at the time, how ahead of the fashion curve we were. Maybe I should start an Etsy store!
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From: Amy
Subject: Skants
Date: March 19, 2010 5:50:59 AM PDT

Saw this in a gallery in Barcelona and thought of Regretsy. The artist is Erwin Wurm.

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From: Vanessa
Subject: First recorded use of skants: serial killer Peter Sutcliffe, 1981
Date: March 4, 2010 4:35:16 PM PST

I was doing research for a class and stumbled upon this gem:

The origin of skants is both older and more evil than I would have expected.

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And to wrap up the Skantsmail, a picture I forgot to post: The 3rd place winner, posing with her toilet paper prize.

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From: Jen
Subject: My dog’s asshole
Date: March 20, 2010 7:03:41 PM PDT

I ordered the t-shirt from Zazzle. But I want a copy of your book sooooooooooo badly, that I couldn’t wait for it to arrive. So I took this pic of myself and my dog’s asshole and ‘shopped the shirt. I don’t know if I’ll be able to get another pic w/the dog, because she feels violated and is sulking under her blanket in the kitchen.

Needless to say, Jen just won a free copy of the Regretsy book. – HK

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And finally, some of you may remember this Regretsy post, which inspired a reader to coin the phrase, “hitting the Etsy pipe”.

Well, take a look at this:

From: Kym Bixler
Subject: The I Love Regretsy Pipe

Here it is! The I Love Regretsy Pipe!

To really make it Next Level Regretsy, I felt like it should have a little something extra… sooooo… um, it’s kind of a cock n’ balls. How could it NOT be?

I was thinking we could auction it off and donate the proceeds to one of the awesome charities you work with.

-Kym

Can you believe the world I live in? I am surrounded by people with unbelievable talent and very poor judgment; the best combination ever.

Obviously, I would love to auction this off to fund our next project. I thought about putting it on Ebay, but I’m certain some jackhole would have sudden onset cryabeetus and close the auction down. Or even worse, I’d have to make it for adults, and then you’d have to do a retinal scan to bid on it. So let’s not do that.

Let’s just do it like this: If you want this, and why wouldn’t you, make me an offer. The person who bids the highest, wins. Every penny of your bid will go to charity.

Bidding will close at midnight tomorrow night.