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Posted: 6/26/2006, 7:26 pm
by magicseamonkey
Dear Placebo,
TOUR AMERICA, please!
Love, Brian
or, as an alternate,
Dear Placebo's label,
LET PLACEBO TOUR AMERICA, please!!
Blah,
Brian
Posted: 6/26/2006, 8:46 pm
by Dr. Hobo
xoNoDoubt69 wrote:dear dumbass drillers,
i would really appreciate it if you would stop drilling every freakin day. i got no sleep last week cause you decide to drill when i want to sleep and then today you start drilling after i've been asleep for 2 freakin hours. if this happens again tomorrow, I AM GOING TO DRILL YOUR FACE!!!!
xoxo,
apparently the only person in collingswood who sleeps past 7am in the summer.
you rock giraffey
Posted: 6/27/2006, 1:35 am
by Henrietta
Dear you know who again,
Stop torturing me.
How about, let's makeout instead. You know you wanna. You know everything would be better after that.
Thanks, frustrated again
Posted: 6/27/2006, 1:46 pm
by Clumsy7Thief
Dear everything,
please stop. i dont like breaking things. or yelling.
thank you.
<3
emily
Posted: 6/27/2006, 3:35 pm
by Johnny
Dear Leon's
You rat bastards! Bring the new tv already! Its been three weeks!
Filled with anger,
Johnny
Posted: 6/27/2006, 4:25 pm
by Random Name
Clumsy7Thief wrote:Dear everything,
please stop. i dont like breaking things. or yelling.
thank you.
<3
emily
HIII EMILY!!!
*tackles*
Posted: 6/27/2006, 6:07 pm
by Rusty
Dear Mother,
It's my life not yours. Please understand that.
Very frustrated,
Russell.
Posted: 6/27/2006, 6:08 pm
by Random Name
Rusty wrote:Dear Mother,
It's my life not yours. Please understand that.
Very frustrated,
Russell.
TRUE THAT.
My mom just got mad at me because I didn't put my name on the quilt.
Posted: 6/27/2006, 6:15 pm
by Rusty
What's up with parents!? Psha!
Posted: 6/27/2006, 6:22 pm
by tori_waited
Dear boy that I am dating,
Please put out already.
Hungrily Yours,
Tori.
Posted: 6/27/2006, 7:48 pm
by myownsatellite
Rusty wrote:Dear Mother,
It's my life not yours. Please understand that.
Very frustrated,
Russell.
Agreed.
My mother seems to think she has the right to tell me (at age 22) who I am not allowed to date or be in love with, just because he has a psychological problem.
Well, I HAVE PSYCHOLOGICAL PROBLEMS TOO. And that doesn't stop him from loving me back. In fact, he loves me for who I am, just like I love him for who he is, not his problems.
I wish parents would figure out that there are things they are not allowed to run for us.
Posted: 6/27/2006, 8:52 pm
by Random Name
Dear work,
I really want to call in sick tomorrow but I can't because my reputation is already sliding there as it is. I don't have time for you. My real life has responsibilities too. I've been busting my ass all day and I stayed up late and now I have to get up and go into work in the morning. Not only that, but go there early too.
Screw you. Your 'almost minimum wage' job isn't worth it.
Posted: 6/27/2006, 8:54 pm
by tori_waited
dear stupid skin rash medication,
fuck your "warning, there is concern that this medication may cause cancer" and your "avoid sunlight" speel. i'd rather deal with the initial problem, thank you very much.
cancer free for life (knock on wood),
tori
Posted: 6/27/2006, 9:30 pm
by Rusty
myownsatellite wrote:Rusty wrote:Dear Mother,
It's my life not yours. Please understand that.
Very frustrated,
Russell.
Agreed.
My mother seems to think she has the right to tell me (at age 22) who I am not allowed to date or be in love with, just because he has a psychological problem.
Well, I HAVE PSYCHOLOGICAL PROBLEMS TOO. And that doesn't stop him from loving me back. In fact, he loves me for who I am, just like I love him for who he is, not his problems.
I wish parents would figure out that there are things they are not allowed to run for us.
I know! Mine's upset because I have a roommate for res next year.
Posted: 6/27/2006, 9:39 pm
by half jill
dear mother nature,
why must all the trees grow in my neighbour's yards.
i look left & right & it looks like jurassic park.
where are MY flippin trees.
love, dom.
Posted: 6/28/2006, 12:41 am
by Henrietta
Dear life:
I used to know exactly where I stood on every topic. But I don't anymore. I don't appreciate the reversal of roles here. I also don't appreciate being so confused on how to help people. Or how to help myself. Please enlighten me. And let me makeout with you know who.
Thanks, ANNOYED
Posted: 6/28/2006, 11:36 am
by _old_lady_peace
dear children:
i was not cut out for babysitting
you are horrible kids
i really kind of hate you
why why why?
h ate kids. glad i never was one.
WONT YOU JUST SHUT UP?!?!?!?!
sincerely, your babysitter
Posted: 6/28/2006, 3:05 pm
by afealicious
dear tummy,
you ugly fatso. imma crunch you out.
love,
me.
Posted: 6/28/2006, 3:24 pm
by AlyssWonders
Dear puppys,
I love you both stop tearing each other apart, that will not get you anymore love and I am tired of cleaning up the blood. And don't eat your leashes either.
Love,
Cas
Posted: 6/28/2006, 9:15 pm
by xjsb125
Dear Wal-Mart DC 6039 London, KY,
Please do a better job stacking merchandise on pallets. It is silly to stack really heavy shit on top of the eggs and then wonder why the pallet fell over leaving the truck driver and myself to restack it causing me to leave 45 minutes late. Correct this or I will come see you and pull the eyeballs out of every last sorry motherfucker in your giant shithole you call a distribution center and skull fuck you until your brains squirt out your ears you worthless bastards. Fuck.
Sincerely,
Matt
Wal-Mart 578