When I was in high school I worked at KMart, in the garden center. I loaded bags of dirt and mulch into people's cars.

Everyone made the same two jokes: "I bet you don't have to go to the gym!" and "I wish I could take you home with me."

Replying to something I write with some variation of, "Why don't you just write a letter?" or "Time to get an uncle involved" is the creative equivalent of those fanny-pack wearing KMart shoppers. So please, insult me to your hearts delight. I won't go crying to Jefe asking for the laughing face to be removed. Just make it a better insult.