Dear 670,
Thank you for having that bump on you that I did not see in the dark on Sunday night. Your shoddy skin bent the rim on my tire, and also shredded it.
No Love,
Me
Dear Bank,
Remember what I asked you three months ago that you did not answer? You’d better have a response for me soon. One that is closer to a number I gave you.
Awaiting Your Response,
Me
Dear Surgeons,
Remember what happened to Andy Warhol? Don’t do that on Friday, ‘k?
I Applaud Your Skill in Advance,
Me
Dear Son,
Poop in the toilet, please,
Love,
Dad
4 comments:
Surgeons?
Not me. Ex.
What a dreadful fuckin' week. :(
We're not in Haiti, and I spoke to the bank. Could be very good news coming!
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