Saturday, 5 September 2015

An Open Letter to Australia's Xenophobic Bogans...

Dear xenophobic bogans,

Imagine you’re at the beach smashing a slab of VB tins with a few mates. Brayden removes his Bintang singlet to proudly display his hectic Ned Kelly/Southern Cross back piece, Jayden is, by his own admission, "Swole as fuck for Stereo, brah, YEEEEW", and Kymberleigh-Montana-Dakotah-Kruze is lungin’ durries like a champion and saying "Cunt" a lot.

From a distance, you notice a group of people huddled at the shore. As you get closer, you see the limp, lifeless body of a fully clothed toddler face down in the cold, wet sand.

Imagine how horrifying this would be.

As you probably know, Aylan Kurdi—a three-year-old asylum-seeker from war-torn Syria—drowned alongside his mother and brother this week whilst seeking refuge from hell on earth. His tiny corpse rag-dolled by the high seas before being washed ashore on a Turkish beach. Aylan’s father, Abdullah, was the only one to survive.

Now, imagine if this dead child was little Blayde, Mikayla, Tyffany-Crystal-Mercedes-Armani, or one of your other quadruple-barrelled bogan offspring.

Doesn’t that thought alone make you want to scratch that ‘FUCK OFF, WE’RE FULL’ sticker off your Commodore, and stop sharing semi-literate, jingoistic Facebook posts from so-called ‘patriot’ groups? By the way, that iPhone you’re using to share those posts wouldn’t exist without Steve Jobs, the son of a Syrian migrant.

I wonder what Aylan would’ve done with his life.

Sadly, the plight of Aylan and his family probably won’t alter your xenophobic viewpoint. You’ll probably continue echoing the same tired arguments against boat people, "They’re economic refugees, criminals, Sharia law-peddling terrorists and queue-jumpers"; ignoring the fact that it’s not illegal to seek asylum in Australia, regardless of arrival method or if valid travel and identity documents are held—even for "Camel jockeys and fuckin’ ragheads".

These facts will probably mean nothing to you, and you'll more than likely continue getting your news from A Current Affair, chugging Monster energy drinks, regarding Zoo Weekly as the pinnacle of modern literature, and beginning sentences with "I’m not racist, but…"

So, next time your half-naked, patriotic torso is wrapped in the Australian flag you adore so much, remember these lines from the seldom recited second verse of our national anthem...

"For those who’ve come across the seas
We’ve boundless plains to share"

Then think about the immense social and economic benefits of a multicultural Australia, and that you're only here because your ancestors came from a foreign land.

Shit, I just realised that there's a good chance you can't read this, because you know, literacy. But if you can, perhaps the words of Aylan's father, Abdullah, will have some kind of impact on you, but again, probably not.

"Everything I was dreaming of is gone. I want to bury my children and sit beside them until I die".

Rich Wisken 
(and the other Australians who care)

Tuesday, 21 July 2015

Replying to Hate Mail

I've received thousands of emails since my Jetstar letter went viral. Most have been positive, but every now and then I receive some fairly strong hate mail. I'm not sure why, but the authors of this hate mail usually possess the spelling and grammatical prowess of an illiterate blind person who types with a baseball mitt, or Floyd Mayweather. For that reason, I tend not to respond. This time I couldn't help myself...


Date: Friday 17 July 2015 7:09pm
Subject: fuck ya self cunt

dear rich whisken or should i say dick. yeh i should say dick coz thats wat ya are. have ya always been sucha fucken dick or is it somthin ya work on for years. yeh i thought so your a natural. your probly wonderin why im sendin this. coz your a fucken pussy bitch thats why . ya know there are worse things than some fat shit sittin on ya on a plane ya dumb cunt. thats wat  ya get for flyinwith jetstar ya retarted cunt.and before ya ask no im not a fatty. boohooo some fat fuck sat on ya. big deal. ya think its ok to winge and teas some body about there body even tho your probly just a small dick faget sittin in ya mummys basment wankin it to poofta porno. faget. yeh so what ya can write a a funny letter big deal. dont make ya afucken comedien. see how funny ya are when imcrackin ya fucken skull in funny man coz thats wat ill do when i find ya faget ass. yeh ya better be sacred cunt coz im  gunna put ya lights out for good.


Date: Friday 17 July 2015 8:11pm
Subject: Your email has been intercepted


I am G-BOT 5000, Google’s new automated spelling and grammar robot. In order to preserve the English language, I have been tasked with intercepting and correcting emails that contain an unacceptable number of spelling and grammatical errors. 

In addition to this, I am programmed to detect threatening, hypocritical and homophobic language. I am also programmed to compose a suitable alternative before sending it to the intended recipient.

I have made the necessary amendments (see below) and forwarded your email to Don't worry, that human will never know I was involved.

Automated regards,

G-BOT 5000

Amended email:

Dear Rich Wisken,

I hope I don’t come across as a pathetic, easily offended loser with no life and the brain capacity of a slug, but I just wanted to tell you that your Jetstar letter upset me greatly. Don’t get me wrong, I think you’re a brilliant and hilarious writer, but I just can’t stand body-shaming.

Under no circumstances is it okay to mock a fellow human’s physical attributes. For instance, I would never insult a man by implying that his penis is small. Penises come in all shapes and sizes, which I think is wonderful. 

I also loathe intolerance towards homosexuals. One particular word I find utterly abhorrent is "Faggot". It’s something I would never say, let alone grossly misspell. I even applied a rainbow filter to my Facebook profile photo to show how tolerant I am. I also love men with really big muscles.

Another thing I detest is violence. Isaac Asimov once said, “Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent”. I totally agree. Furthermore, using a carriage service to menace, harass or cause offence, carries a maximum three-year prison sentence under section 474.17 of the Criminal Code Act 1995. That's why I'd never threaten to violently end someone's life via the internet.

Kind regards,



Date: Friday 17 July 2015 8:36pm
Subject: Hello J-Boy

Dear J-Boy,

Thanks for getting in touch. Why would I think you’re a pathetic loser with the brain capacity of a terrestrial gastropod mollusc? You seem like a kind, intelligent person. By the way, your email is beautifully written. 

I totally understand why you were offended by my letter, but I’m a bit confused as to why you felt the need to share your views on penises, homosexuals and violence with me.

Don’t get me wrong, I reckon it’s great that you think all different penises are wonderful, and that you love men with really big muscles, but I don’t share those feelings. I’m more of a vagina and non-muscular female enthusiast. 

However, we do share the exact same views on violence. In fact, I’d go even further and say that people who send anonymous death threats over the internet are weak, bottom-feeding underachievers with a third-grade education and no future prospects whatsoever. So I’m really glad you’d never send one.

Anyway, thanks again for your email. Did I mention how well written it was?

Rich Wisken

P.S. I feel terrible that my letter upset you. As a peace offering, I made you a photo collage featuring penises of all shapes and sizes, and really muscular men. I hope this means we can be friends now.


Date: Saturday 18 July 2015 10:49am
Subject: re: Hello J-Boy

fuck off i didnt write that it was changed. your the one that loves dicks ya fucken faget. go fuck ya self and ya gay cunt boy friend. haaahahaahha your a sad peice of shit. ya dont like pussy but ya are definately are a pussy. that photo of the dicks adn fagets is probly stuck up on ya bed room roof so ya can stare at it and wank it off. fuck off and die ya sad cunt.



Date: Saturday 18 July 2015 11:36am
Subject: Your email has been intercepted


Unfortunately, this email has also been flagged. Not to worry, I'm here to help. I have amended your email and sent it to Once again, the human recipient will have no knowledge of my involvement.

Automated regards,

G-BOT 5000

Amended email:

Dear Rich,

I just wanted to quickly thank you for the photo collage you kindly created for me. It was unexpected and very thoughtful. I just went to my local office supplies store to have it enlarged and printed. 

The hardest part was deciding where to display it. After much thought, I settled on the wall above the cage in my man-fisting dungeon. Well, I call it a man-fisting dungeon, but I engage in many other homosexual acts in there. Some of my favourites include: The Alabama Hot Pocket, The Panamanian Petting Zoo, The Arabian Death Mask, and of course, the classic Cleveland Steamer.

Anyway, I hope you're well. You're more than welcome to come and visit anytime. 

Kind regards,




Date: Saturday 18 July 2015 12:30pm
Subject: re: Hello J-Boy

Hi J-Boy,

I'm glad you liked my photo collage, but I'm not sure why you're telling me about your sex life. The fact that you're a proud gay man is fantastic and I support that. 

One thing that does concern me is your purpose-built dungeon dedicated to inserting your fist inside male bottoms. Traditionally, a dungeon was used to hold people against their will. I hope that's not the case with you. Oh, and traditionally, fists aren't meant to penetrate the anus.

Thanks again for your email, but I'm not sure it's appropriate to share your depraved sexual fetishes with me. I wish you all the best in your future endeavours.


Rich Wisken

P.S. Before you go, I want to share one of my favourite songs with you. Turn up the volume and click HERE.



Date: Sunday 19 July 2015 4:25pm
Subject: [no subject]

fucken bull shit ya change my email and dont do nothin when that cunt sends me a vid of 2 fagets fucken. fuck ya slef im done with this shit. 



Date: Saturday 18 July 2015 4:32pm
Subject: Your email has been intercepted

Automated regards,
G-BOT 5000

Friday, 29 May 2015

An Open Letter to Prime Minister Tony Abbott...

Dear Prime Minister Tony Abbott,

I just read an article about how you want to cut funding to universities by 20% and spend more money training priests. Under your proposed higher education reforms:

"Religious teaching, training and vocational institutes would be eligible for a share of $820 million in new Commonwealth funding over three years". 

I'm not sure how much it costs to educate a man of God, but $820 million sounds like quite a lot. Now, I know you guys are in a fair bit of debt at the moment, so I've come up with a solution to help you out. 

But before I get to that, have you thought about hitting up the Vatican for some cash? You know, the third largest property owner on the planet; the guys with an estimated $15 billion in the bank, an art collection worth approximately $17 billion, and vast reserves of untold wealth tied up in stocks, gold bullion, jewels and funny-looking hats.

Actually, don't you think it's a little strange that the Catholic Church hoarded such an immense treasure trove of material possessions, especially since Jesus said: 

- "Foolish is storing treasure for self; not being rich toward God".

- "Take heed, and beware of covetousness: for a man's life does not consist of the abundance of the things that he possesses".

- "Go and sell what you have, and give to the poor, and you shall have treasure in heaven: and come and follow me".

- "It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God".

Anyway, back to how I'm going to save you $820 million, plus the $244 million you've already pledged to the school chaplaincy scheme.

Did you know that some people think there should be a separation of church and state? It's pretty much the essence of this thing called secularism. They reckon that your government shouldn't officially recognise or favour any religion. I know, weird.

But don't worry about that, Tony. I've got your back. What if I told you I could train priests on your behalf and it wouldn't cost one single cent? 

Well, today's your lucky day, because after much research and development, I've created a multiple choice test that comprehensively trains budding priests. There are only ten questions, and like I said, it's completely free.

1) God is:
a) An unjust, jealous, vindictive, barbaric, misogynistic, homophobic, racist, sadomasochistic, infanticidal, genocidal, filicidal, megalomaniacal, malevolent, man-made construct.
b) The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

2) Humans:
a) Share a common ancestor with modern African apes. 
b) Were made by God using some dust and a rib. 

3) Praying is:
a) A futile, time-wasting pursuit that comforts the person praying, but has never had a demonstrable impact on anything, ever.
b) A direct line to God.

4) Thou shalt not:
a) Rape children.
b) Take the Lord's name in vain. 

5) If one of your colleagues is sexually abusing a child, should you:
a) Call the police immediately.
b) Help them cover it up.

6) If one baby is pulled out alive from the rubble of an earthquake, is it:
a) Because of the heroic work carried out by rescue teams.
b) An act of God.

7) If five hundred other babies are crushed to death in the same earthquake, is it:
a) An act of God.
b) Because God works in mysterious ways.

8) If a homosexual couple asks you to officiate their wedding, do you:
a) Happily oblige.
b) Projectile vomit, because gays are repulsive abominations.

9) Condoms are:
a) A highly effective preventative measure against sexually transmitted infections and unwanted pregnancies.
b) The devil.

10) Should women have the right to be ordained into the priesthood?
a) Yes, of course.

If the aspiring clergymen answer 'b' to all questions, then they're fit to preach the word of God. But, if they answer any questions with 'a', then the blasphemous heathens will burn in the bowels of hell for eternity.

See, it's a win-win. Firstly, you save $820 million, and secondly, evidence-based university degrees aren't hindered by the faith-based training of men who dedicate their entire lives to something for which there is no evidence. 

Let me know what you think, Tony. If you want to get in touch, just reply to this letter, or tweet me @RichWisken.

Devout regards,

Rich Wisken.

Wednesday, 6 May 2015

Buy my drums...

Roland V-Drums: TD-9
PRICE: $1,600
CONDITION: Ryan Gosling in The Notebook.

Are you more unpopular than whiskey-cured bacon at an ISIS rally, uglier than the southern end of a northbound baboon, and more desperate than a D-grade contestant on I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here? How would you like to wake up tomorrow morning a winner instead of a useless underachiever with no friends or future prospects?

Well, today’s your lucky day, because I’m giving you the power to turn your life around, you pathetic loser.

Thanks to Sydney's exorbitant rental prices, the Federal Government’s proposed tax hike on cask wine, and my penchant for uncut Peruvian dancing dust, I'm being forced to sell my sweet set of Roland V-Drums… and possibly some non-vital organs on the black market.

But don’t worry about me. My loss, misery and downward spiral into deep depression, is your gain, happiness and increased ability to attract members of the opposite sex (or same sex).

Seriously though, this drum kit is the answer to all your problems, unless your problems include being way too cool and sexy, in which case, prepare for them to get much worse.

Famous drummers that have never played this kit, include:

- John Bonham.
- Ringo Starr.
- Lars Ulrich.
- Chad Smith.
- Dave Grohl.
- Carter Beauford.
- Danny Carey.
- Animal from The Muppets.
- The Little Drummer Boy.
- Justin Bieber (little drummer girl).


So, if you want to markedly improve your quality of life, hook-up with every Victoria’s Secret Angel (or the Magic Mike dudes), and be crowned Most Interesting Human of all Time, then this prodigious piece of percussive perfection is for you.


- Mesh heads.
- Double pedal.
- ProMark American Hickory 5A sticks.
- A licence to rock socks off.
- More cowbell.
- My tears.


- Sick purple lightning bolts.
- Nintendo 64 console.
- Thor’s hammer.
- Dragon.
- Life-size cardboard cutout of Harry Styles.
- Pyramid of pure Peruvian blow.
- My awesome Photoshop skillz.

PRICE: $1,600.

What’s that, you want to negotiate? Sure, I could do that. You know what else I could do? Find out where you live, steal your TV and take a dump in your letterbox. Just kidding, I’m always willing to negotiate… upwards.

Email:, or tweet @RichWisken for more info.

Sunday, 3 May 2015

Dear Hamilton Spectator...

After reading the article below, I decided to write to Richard Beks, Publisher of The Hamilton Spectator...

Dear Richard Beks,

I just read your opinion piece and to say that I’m disgusted is an understatement. Seldom do I read something that makes me feel physically ill; something so repugnant that makes my skin crawl and blood boil. I honestly can’t believe you published this atrocity. 

Of course, I’m talking about the unsuitable use of the word 'merely'.

You wrote… 

The former Hamilton teacher who in 2008 got 18 months gaol for merely touching an U16 girl’s breast and genitals in a private home in Brisbane some years earlier is a case in point.”

The Cambridge Dictionary defines merely as an adverb, meaning: not large/important; used to emphasise that something is not large, important, or effective when compared to something else. 

Are you saying that the molestation of an innocent young girl by her vile paedophile teacher was small and unimportant? As a lover of words, I find this erroneous use of the word merely highly offensive.

Here are three examples of how to appropriately use merely in a sentence…

- Jane’s teacher gave her guidance; he merely wanted to educate her.

- The teacher's role was merely to make sure Jane completed her schoolwork.

- Jane merely trusted her teacher implicitly. 

Now, here are three examples of unsuitable use…

- Jane’s teacher merely groomed her to satisfy his own nefarious desires.

- Jane's teacher merely used his position of power to sexually abuse her.

- After using heroin to block out the tragic memories of her childhood, Jane merely committed suicide at age 17.

Anyway, I hope this helps. We all make mistakes. I’m sure the Hamilton Spectator isn’t merely a deplorable tabloid rag whose publisher is merely a reprehensible paedophile sympathiser.

Yours merely,

Rich Wisken.

A couple of days later, ABC Ballarat's published this...

Richard's official apology came days later...

I had some more questions...

Dear Richard Beks,

Thanks so much for apologising for recklessly abusing the English language. 'Merely' was indeed a poor word choice.

Just a couple of other things...

In your original article, when talking about an elderly paedophile priest, you say:

Sheahan got a nine-month suspended sentence as well. Not sure to what purpose. At 83 years of age, living in a nursing home and needing a walking frame to get about he’s obviously not going to re-offend.

Excellent point. Obviously the sweet old priest won't reoffend. I mean, as if any justice system would ever jail an elderly paedo...

You also mention that:

Child abuse, of course, is the crime of the moment with the ABC and SBS forever baying for blood - and courts often responding with confusing regard to the damage caused.”

You're right, child molestation is totes on trend. It must be the hipster of crimes, especially if those pesky, left-wing, child-protecting communists at the ABC and SBS are constantly reporting it, brah. 

Oh, one last little thing. 

You said.

I’m not nominating him for a medal, however, something like this for the middle-age bachelor has the hallmarks of misguided curiosity.” And that, “This was closer to a case of appalling manners than major crime.”

When I was little, I used to love slurping McDonald's chocolate thick shakes. The louder the better. On several occasions, my mum would say I had 'appalling manners'. This scenario alone leads me to believe that digitally raping a young girl is perhaps more severe than loudly ingesting a delicious lactose-based beverage. One time, I threw my thick shake at one of the cars on my street. Mum wasn't happy when she found out, but I argued that my transgression was merely a case of 'misguided curiosity'. Again, words I probably wouldn't choose to describe a middle-aged bachelor fingering an underage girl.

Anyway, thanks again for apologising for your gross misuse of the word 'merely'. Like I said, we all make mistakes. The important thing is that we learn from them. With that in mind, I sincerely hope that you, and the vile sex predators you were so lenient on, don't reoffend. 

Even more merely,
Rich Wisken.

P.S. I probably should've sent this to you as a PDF file... get it?

P.P.S. I genuinely hope you don't think I'm part of the "Vicious coordinated campaign of online vilification" that you mentioned in your heartfelt apology. To show you I'm not, I sent you an album I thought you'd like as a peace offering: Rolf Harris Sings for Survival, which in hindsight is incredibly ironic. Enjoy!

Wednesday, 28 January 2015

Creative Writing 101

Today I participated in a one-day creative writing workshop. Upon arrival, we wrote our names and the suburb we live on a sticker and wore it for the remainder of the day. My fellow classmates were all female and mostly above the age of 60. To practice my creative writing skills, I documented my experience of the course in three short chapters.


The first question came from Janine, an eager 60-something-year-old divorcée from Sylvania Waters. Despite an obvious penchant for Botox, her leathery, sun-damaged skin creases with curiosity. “Will we be covering erotic fiction today?" she asks. I immediately picture the plethora of sex toys she has stashed in all seventeen bedrooms of her garish McMansion. She looks uncomfortable in her chair; I’m guessing it’s anal bead-related.

My mind wanders off and I think to myself, "Does having a wank while holding the Bible count as erotic fiction?” The 60-something-year-old woman who’s running this creative writing workshop makes a Fifty Shades of Grey joke. The other 60-something-year-old women laugh out loud. I visualise ISIS kidnapping their loved ones. 

This certainly isn’t what I had in mind when I enrolled in this one-day course. Hopefully it improves over the next five hours.


If you’ve ever heard a horse eating watermelon, or Rosie O’Donnell masturbating, then you know exactly what it sounds like when Vicki from Summer Hill eats pea and ham soup. Every so often, I have to remind myself that sitting next to me is an adult human being, not a bulldog with a deviated septum eating porridge. The Police’s, Every Breath You Take is playing on the café’s radio. Since her soup arrived five minutes ago, Vicki has taken three.

Margaret from Roseville and Dianne from Haberfield are talking about various cross-stitching techniques. I don’t know what cross-stitching is, but I do know that I’d rather have my testicles cross-stitched to a fire ant colony than listen to another second of their conversation. I also know that you always separate your embroidery floss into sections of two.

Bring on the afternoon session.


There was a palpable excitement in the air as we made our way back from lunch. I think it’s time you teach us all how to write the next Fifty Shades of Grey Janine from Sylvania Waters quipped, as she walked past our tutor. I honestly can't believe Janine is divorced; she’s so hilarious and interesting. 

Our tutor writes two creative writing exercises on the whiteboard.

The idea is to complete both tasks in 15 minutes and read them out in front of our fellow classmates. Unfortunately the idea of presenting unsettled a few of the ladies. So after a vote, it was determined that we would hand our work to the tutor who would provide feedback via email. 

submitted the following...

Exercise 1:

Open the dictionary to a random page. Find a word that you don’t know how to define and write an imaginary definition for it. Repeat three times.

A person who thinks that the pinnacle of creative literature is Fifty Shades of Grey.

A fully-grown member of the human species who is yet to master the basic task of eating soup.

Something I'm definitely not after completing this fucking woeful creative writing workshop.

Exercise 2:

Describe a first. It could be something like your first bike ride, first day of school or first kiss.

You won't believe it, but all of these things happened to me on the same day. The first time I ever rode a bike was to my first day of school. I had a wonderful day learning and playing with the other children. Oh how we laughed. When I returned home, the old man next door gave me my first kiss. He also fingered me. 

I very much look forward to the tutor's feedback. I didn't want to use my real name to enrol, so I used a more creative one; the same one I wrote on my name sticker at the start of the workshop. Sadly none of the 60-something-year-old ladies commented on it.

Tutor's response:

Friday, 26 December 2014

Dear Telstra...

10th October 2014

Dear Telstra,

Anyone who watches Game of Thrones knows that a Lannister always pays his debts. I also pay my debts, and usually on time, so you can imagine how upset I was to receive a $15 late fee for failing to promptly pay my monthly internet bill.

Out of all the Lannisters, I’d say I’m probably most like the Kingslayer, Jamie - courageous, devilishly handsome, and an exceptionally skilled lover. I guess the only difference between us is that I don't have a sister to have sex with. I have a brother, but I'm not attracted to him, because he has a penis and testicles. 

It's fair to say your customer service reputation hasn't been the best over the years. Some might even say you're the Joffrey Baratheon of the telecommunications industry. Not me though, I think you’re great. I just wanted to let you know that I'm sorry for my mistake, and that even though my $80 bill was settled just days later without the intervention of a debt collector, a $15 fee is totally justified. 

So why did I forget to pay on time? Well, I'm a little embarrassed, but because I respect you so much, I'm going to be completely honest.

As you’re probably aware, nude photos of Jennifer Lawrence were leaked on 31st August - just one day before the payment of my bill was due. I can't remember exactly what happened next, but it appears as though the hypnotic images sent me into a frenzied masturbatory rage. When I woke up 72 hours later, both my hands had completely seized up.

The radiologist and entire medical team at my local hospital hadn't seen anything like it before, but the affliction has since been identified as J-Lawrius Masturbatitis. I guess the whole episode was similar to my favourite Jennifer Lawrence movie, The Hunger Games, except I was the only competitor, and the enemy was my knob.

If you think that's bad, just imagine the state of my genitals. I'd show you, but I'm pretty sure it would breach the Universal Declaration of Human Rights. To get an idea of the carnage, you could either throw a handful of minced turkey on a land mine, or simply picture Freddy Krueger without his hat on.

I wish I could've paid the bill on time, but my deformed digits prevented me from using a keyboard to pay online, or drive to the post office to pay in person. I did manage chat to a member of your support team though, but was way too embarrassed to tell him about my condition. 

You won’t believe it, but without even asking why my payment was late, he said he'd waive the fee. Obviously I refused his offer, because I can think of nothing worse than dishonestly swindling my favourite company out of $15. It makes you wonder how many other people he's fraudulently letting off. 

By the way, his name is John. I think you should fire him.

Now that you know the truth about the overdue payment of my bill, I feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I'd never ask to have my late fee waived on compassionate grounds, but it would be appreciated. I know people suffer much worse conditions than mine, so I totally understand if my severely clawed hands and blistered, cavernous genitalia doesn't warrant it. To me, the most important thing is that you now know that one of your employees is effectively stealing from you, $15 at a time. 

If you find it in your heart to waive the fee, I promise to put the money towards the ongoing rehabilitation of my fine motor skills. After numerous physiotherapy sessions, I've only managed to regain dexterity in two fingers - just enough to type this letter.

Kind regards,

Rich Wisken.

Telstra's Reply

16th October 2014

17th October 2014

Hello Telstra,

Thanks for getting back to me, but I'm a little bit confused by your response. Bullet point two states that you're unable to waive the current late fee, but bullet point three - the one directly below bullet point two - says you've agreed to do so by providing a $15 credit. Can you please confirm whether or not the fee still stands?

If it doesn't, I'd like to thank you for being the first company in the world to officially recognise J-Lawrius Masturbatitis as a serious medical condition. The social stigma attached to it makes it difficult for sufferers like myself to live normal lives. Thankfully I'm now in remission, but everyday I live in fear knowing that I could relapse at any time.

Appreciative regards,

Rich Wisken.

P.S. In case you were wondering, my hands are recovering nicely and my penis is much better. Fortunately it no longer resembles Freddy Krueger, but like a Sinaloan milk snake shedding its skin, it's still quite scabby and inflamed.

Telstra's Reply

20th October 2014

15th November 2014

Hi again Telstra,

Thanks so much for waiving September's late payment fee, but I'm afraid I have some bad news.

I forgot to pay October's bill on time and now I have another $15 late fee. However, this time I think it's more your fault than mine. You see, payment was due on October 31st. That's right, Halloween. Why on earth would you set the due date on the most fun day of the year? 

I usually love trick-or-treating, but this year was nothing short of catastrophic. To celebrate being cured of J-Lawrius Masturbatitis, I dressed up as my favourite Jennifer Lawrence character, Katniss Everdeen.

I know, nailed it. 

Unfortunately, it turns out that I'm not even close to being cured. 

Shortly after returning home from threatening my neighbours with a long bow in exchange for candy, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My incredible likeness to J-Law triggered an instantaneous relapse, and from what I'm told, I spent the next five days staring at my reflection whilst ferociously pummelling my weiner.

I don't know how I ended up in hospital, but I'm glad I did, because my injuries were much more extensive this time.

As you can imagine, my severe wounds are preventing me from typing this letter. Thankfully, one of my helpful nurses - the same one who sponge bathes me - is typing it word-for-word whilst I dictate. Usually I'd enjoy her caressing my sensitive nipples with a lathered sponge, but every time I'm sexually stimulated, an unbearable searing pain shoots through my splintered member.

Great, now she's looking at me like I'm a repulsive sex pest. Awkward.

Anyway, I'd just like to thank you in advance for also waiving this late fee. I can't tell you how much I appreciate your compassion towards my medical situation.

Grateful regards,

Rich Wisken.

P.S. After being in touch quite a bit lately, I feel like we're becoming friends. Would you like to sign my cast?

Telstra's Reply:

13th December 2014

17th December 2014

Hi Telstra,

Why don't you care about the sufferers of J-Lawrius Masturbatitis anymore? Have done something to upset you?

The thought of us not being friends has kept me up for the past four nights. When you spend that many hours lying in bed awake, you think about all sorts of stuff - like the things you love and the things you hate.

So what do I love? The usual stuff: puppies, rainbows, and furiously masturbating to photographs of naked celebrities. And what do I hate? Mainly the violent deaths of mothers and their babies in war zones, the Ebola epidemic in West Africa, and people who say "Time to get a watch" when you ask them for the time.

I'm sure you're disgusted by the slaughter of civilians and the spread of deadly viruses as much as I am, so as a gesture of our friendship, I decided to donate the $15 late fee - on your behalf - to my favourite humanitarian-aid organisation, Médecins Sans Frontières.

Why Médecins Sans Frontières? Well, mainly because I enjoy saying it in an exaggerated French accent so people think I'm worldly and interesting, but also because they're not religiously or politically motivated. They don't have a selfish agenda, so you always know exactly where the money's going. Something tells me not all organisations distribute charitable donations to where they're needed most...

By the way, did you know that an Australian law firm is preparing a multi-million dollar class action against you regarding late payment fees? They claim that because the fees are technically penalties, you have absolutely no authority to enforce them. According to them, your only real defence is to prove that they're a genuine pre-estimate of the loss suffered by your company. 

It's almost like they're saying that a $15 fee on an $80 bill is not only grossly exorbitant, but against the law. I can't be certain, but it appears they think that any company that'd charge their own customers such a fee, must be run by a bunch of deplorable, 
opportunistic, bottom-feeding...

Of course, I completely disagree. I mean, without collecting $750 million in late fees over the past five years, how do those silly lawyers think you could afford to pay your CEO $33 million? Many people would think that's a disgustingly absurd amount of money. Not me though, I think he deserves every single cent - all three billion, three-hundred million of them. 

Anyway, I hope our joint donation to such a wonderful organisation has strengthened our relationship. Surely you agree they need the $15 more than we do. You do hate deadly epidemics and the massacre of infants as much as I do, right?

Humane regards,

Rich Wisken

P.S. I paid my bill early 10 times in the past 12 months, but you forgot to credit $15 to my account each time. Don't worry, we all make mistakes. The invoice below is just a friendly reminder. Please pay on time to avoid a late fee, and be sure to reference the invoice number when crediting my account.

Telstra's Reply:

19th December 2014

20th December 2014

Hello Telstra,

My apologies for assuming you'd be in favour of putting the $15 towards saving the lives of the world's most vulnerable. By the way, I don't want to make a big deal out of it, but I haven't received the $150 in early payment credits yet. When should I expect it?

I'm more than happy to pay the late fee, but after everything we've been through recently, I don't think transferring the money to you is going to help mend our relationship. So to clear the air, I decided we could do something much more fun. It's a little game I made up called, Telstra Treasure Hunt.

I divided the $15 into $5 lots and hid them around three of Sydney's most iconic locations - Bondi Beach, Hyde Park, and the Sydney Harbour Bridge. 

Sorry about the small change. I did have more money, but I donated it to a worthy humanitarian-aid organisation, which you hated.

Anyway, using the red pins on Google Maps, I randomly plotted several points at each location. Under one of these completely randomly selected points, you'll find a $5 treasure bag. All you have to do is successfully uncover the hidden treasure from all three locations and you win the Telstra Treasure Hunt.

Hopefully you're as excited as I am. Treasure hunts are so much fun. If you'd like some clues along the way, you can tweet me @RichWisken using the #TelstraTreasureHunt hashtag. If you find the $15, I was wondering if you'd like to put it towards a movie ticket. The new Hunger Games film is out and I really don't think I should watch it alone.

Good luck,

Rich Wisken.

P.S. Yes I'm serious.

P.P.S. I hope you can scuba dive.