Monday, February 05, 2007

Dear,

Dear Powers That Be,

I am writing you this letter in utter distress. I can no longer take the ignorance that you are throwing at me today. A person can only handle so much. I think it can be said that I have handled my fair share of shit, without much in the ways of complaints, and that my request is one that is easily fulfilled. If you do not comply within moments of your receipt of this letter, I fear I will have to take matters into my own hands by use of drastic measures. Someone will no longer have any snot. I swear to it. Please please do not make me resort to this type of behavior, for it is very unfitting of a lady.

Desperate For Relief,

Mystery Inside

1 comment:

Frank Marcopolos said...

sounds like a cat fight!