WHO'S NOT MR. FLINCHY?

Subject: Mr. Flinchy

Well, the bad news is that I didn't manage to make it through your piece today without feeling a little twinge of embarrassment. I only felt the twinge at the end, with the debut of Mr. Flinchy. Here I was, laughing at Frat Boy, et al., thinking what a hoot it is that somewhere some dolt that fits the suit is reading a withering write-up of his most pronounced features. I thought I was in the clear. What a bummer it is to be pigeonholed and hence to be put in a category with the rest of the bums. Yuck.

Nicholas Dronen
<ndronen@texas.net>

Thanks for reminding me why I avoid everyone. We Mr. Flinchys have an easier time of it solamente, and I have to believe the women of the Eastern seaboard are naught but eternally grateful for it.

Sean Messenger,
Yet Another Crack-Addled Squirrel
<hoovah@mailexcite.com>

Subject: Thanks a lot.

I am Mr. Flinchy. And I still have a crush on Freddie Mercury. Thanks for ruining my day.

Rockabilly Jeremy
<bigboy@iglou.com>

The more I think, the less I know what I think. Just call me Mr. Flinchy.

Craig Buckner
<craig@chortle.com>