Dear Mother Nature:
It’s May. MAY! 44 is not acceptable. Neither 90. Or 32.
Love, Me
Dear Asshole with the Fat Chicks Can’t Jump sticker:
Sorry your penis is so small.
Love, Me
Dear Dog:
Let me see if I have this straight. Friends, strangers, burglars, ax-murderers, and politicians: “Welcome! Come in! Can I get you a snack?” Squirrels, robins, turkeys*, the wind: “KILL IT WITH FIRE!” Alrighty, then.
Love, Me.
*Actual turkeys. Obviously, jive turkeys are OK.
Dear Bigoted, Homophobic Asshole on Twitter/Facebook:
Eat a bag of (preferably gay) dicks!
Love, Me.
Dear Face:
I am forty-four damned years old. Cut the shit!
Love, Me
Dear Phone:
Stop mixing up my phone contacts with other people’s twitter/facebook info. I’m pretty sure my 9 year old daughter isn’t a mother of four.
Love, Me
Dear Boy Scouts:
It’s not enough.
Love, Me
Dear America:
Be nicer.
Love, Me
Dear Books:
Thank you for existing. I love you best.
Love, Me
Dear Cat:
The other side of that door is exactly the same as it was when you were over there 5 minutes ago. And 10 minutes ago. And 14 minutes ago. And 20 minutes ago. And 23 minutes ago. STOP IT!
Love, Me
Dear Science:
Try and hurry up with the curing all diseases, so you can get to work on the self-cleaning house.
Love, Me
Dear Ass:
Be smaller.
Love, Me
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