The following e-mail was sent to Hollywood (hollywood@pavone.net) by a member of the thinkbank team who shall remain anonymous. We’ve opened up the Think It So blog to allow Hollywood to address this complaint personally.

SUBJ: Just wanted to let you know…

I don’t appreciate you always coming over to my desk while I’m eating lunch. I will not be giving you any food. You smell entirely too bad and I won’t be a contributing factor. In addition, you knocked my trash can over today and just walked away. What kind of dog are you anyways?

HOLLYWOOD’S RESPONSE:

Deer Purson Havign A Bad Day,

to ansir your last kwestun, i’m a bulldog. i thawt every one alredy new that, but appearently sum peeples still not sure which iz sirprizing considuring bulldog is teh most rekognizible dog breed evur (figyure A). its okay tho, you will git smarter like me the longur you live at think bank.

i is sorry abowt the trash can. i dont reemember doign that but it possbily happuned when i was in hurree to get to kitchin when somewun drop lunch on floor. but eevun if i did remamber noking trash can, i not shur what u expeckt me to doo abouwt it. i am a dog aftur all. Do you hav a dog at home? does ur dog cleen up trash or vakyum teh carpet?

finely, i will not vizit ur desk n e more. you are lunchs were nevur that good  ne ways. seeriously who brings peenut buttur an jellee to work? whut are u, six yeers old??? do you mom mayk ur lunch for u? if so, tell hur that hur spagettee sauce taste like a chiwawa’s butt. (that is not a gud thing).

as for my smeell, get use to it. i be mayking speshil vizits to ur desk several times a day frum now on.

Luv,

Hollywood

PS – is ur pikture on side of Pavone agencee? i not think so. until then, you deel with my smell an u like it.