Dear Chipotle Mexican Grill,
I take issue with you concerning the labelling of your products. In the future, please declare your “hot” salsa to be “intense burning lava-like pain inducing” salsa.
Sincerely,
My Tongue.
P.S. I will be mad at you too tomorrow. - My Anus.
Manservant, you. You owe me a Coke!
Dear bunny girl,
If you continue to send pictures of rammstein to jarbaby’s mailbox, I shall be forced to come to your house and shave your head.
Our refrigerator is packed enough already without this latest addition.
Sincerely,
Mr. Jarbaby
Dear Suffering Millions,
I’ve had about enough of your whining. Fix yer own damn problems from now on.
MandaJo
Dear Suffering Millions,
I’ve had about enough of your whining. Fix yer own damn problems from now on.
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