Thursday, May 21, 2009

PMS letters

Dear Boys Who Think I Can't Like and/or Speak Intelligently About Basketball;

Kiss my ass.

xxoo,

me

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Dear People Who Block Entire Aisles At The Grocery Store Like You've Never Seen Food Before,

Where the fuck are you from? The Soviet Union in 1982? Ooooooh, toilet paper! Oooohhh, canned chicken! Big fucking deal.

Fuck off.

xxoo,

me


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Dear Anyone Who Writes A Check At The Grocery Store,

Get a fucking debit card like a normal person, would you? Also, if you INSIST upon writing a check, start filling that shit out ahead of time.

xxoo,

me

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