Dyslecsic Note ~ Dear Bradley

Dear Bradley,

Had to hear from a friend of a friend that you were telling it around that I had borrowed a suit of yours under false pretenses and that your suit was never returned to you; that I deliberately passed on your calls, and that I stood, snickering behind the peephole of my front door when you came round to call. I would appreciate your not marking my reputation by suggesting that I am a con-fart aka knart. Our friendship, as far as I am concerned is now thwarted beyond repair. You are now labeled a dicro in my book. As for your bloody suit which you presented me for my birthday, I have taped a clipping of it to the front of this postcard and label you dicro indian giver!

Mad as hell,
Cambell

P.S. You can find the rest of your damned suit in the rubbish bin out the neighbor's garage.

knart, dicro

Ever been taken for a KNART or a DICRO? It's not a very nice thing. It can set your mood off a few kilometers, that's for certain.





So what is a knart or a dicro? Well, let's see if we can verify matters for you. (Note the pun, please; I don't get many of these in.)





A knart is something between a con artist and a fart. I think you catch my drift here. Someone who tries to be sneaky but does not succeed at it.





A dicro would be a bit uglier. A dick rover if you must know. Someone who is just plain mean and doesn't care that they are mean and runs you over without giving it a second thought.





So now that we are up to speed with those two security verifiers, lets try to be nicey nicey. You definitely won't want to be called either one.


Love,
Frieda