dear laurel

[IndieSnob]

Dear Laurel

Indie is a cunt. Lets kill him.

Love

Fata

Dear Islandwoman,

You obviously didn't eat your beans and toast today, and thus are being such a cunt.

I'd offer up some sort of peace accord, but you'd probably wipe your arse with it and shove it down my throat.

So full of piss and vinegar you are. It makes me sad because I find you too be such a lovely woman besides that.

Hopefully you can see that listening to Billy Joel and Stevie Nicks for so many years has darkened your heart. You can fix that by stop listening to such tripe.

Lovingly yours in caring about your music mental health,

Indie

 

[butters]

Dear Fata,

stop killing cunts and go eat your beans.

You'll thank me for this advice later in life. honest.

butters (looks a bit like a baked bean with a tail. and a face.)

 

[Laurel]

Dear Fata and Indie,

Get a room - along with some scented candles, a Marvin Gaye LP, and the alcoholic beverage of your choice.

Love,

Laurel

P.S. You might need a couple soft pillows, too.

 

[Laurel]

Dear butters,



Love,

Laurel

 

[Peregrinator]

Dear Kyle,

Do you and your wife sleep under a pile of weasels?

Love,

Perg

 

[Fata Morgana]

Dear Islandwoman,

You obviously didn't eat your beans and toast today, and thus are being such a cunt.

I'd offer up some sort of peace accord, but you'd probably wipe your arse with it and shove it down my throat.

So full of piss and vinegar you are. It makes me sad because I find you too be such a lovely woman besides that.

Hopefully you can see that listening to Billy Joel and Stevie Nicks for so many years has darkened your heart. You can fix that by stop listening to such tripe.

Lovingly yours in caring about your music mental health,

Indie

Dear islandman's bitch

I actually do not like beans on toast to be honest. I prefer tinned tomatoes and a poached egg. Either way, I am always a cunt regardless of diet.

Stop criticizing my taste in music or I will rip off your other nipple.

Yours in pure venom

Fata

 

[Fata Morgana]

Dear Kyle

You are a cunt for starting this thread.

Yours

Secret Bean Hater

 

[Laurel]

Dear Fata,

Why do you hate secret beans?

Love,

Laurel

 

[cjh]

Dear Fata,

There's a guy in London who has published several recipes for stewed tomatoes and poached eggs. Here's one version of it: http://m.guardiannews.com/lifeandstyle/2012/feb/19/yotam-ottolenghi-breakfast-recipe-shakshuka

I am sad I have not yet made it. I am glad I have not made beans on toast.

Waiting for my tomatoes to ripenly yours,

CJH

 

[Fata Morgana]

Dear cjh

That recipe looks gorgeous. Am no great whizz in the kitchen unfortunately, but if you cook it for me I will gladly eat it.


Yours in firm yolk

Fata

 

[Fata Morgana]

Dear Laurel

I hate secret beans because they always land you in hot water. You always get knobbled in the end, this is why I prefer tomatoes, they are more honest and trustworthy.

Yours

Feta

 

[Saint Peter]

Dear Laurel

I hate secret beans because they always land you in hot water. You always get knobbled in the end, this is why I prefer tomatoes, they are more honest and trustworthy.

Yours

Feta

Feta!

 

[Fata Morgana]

Dear Indie

A peace offering.

http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a97/foxkitsune/beard_zpsb004a209.jpg

Yours

Fata

 

[Fata Morgana]

Feta!

I'm all about the cheese. Might change name again, Feta Gorgonzola me thinks.

 

[butters]

dear fata,

tomatoes are clued in to the benefits of trade over war

having said that, egg on tinned tomatoes? *GAG*

yours faithfully,
green-egged and buttered.

 

[MonaLittle]

Dear Fata and Indie,

Get a room - along with some scented candles, a Marvin Gaye LP, and the alcoholic beverage of your choice.

Love,

Laurel

P.S. You might need a couple soft pillows, too.

Dear Laurel,

Please be a doll and escort Fata and Indie to their room in your special elevator.

Lovingly yours,
Mona

 

[MonaLittle]

Feta!

Dear Petey,

I'm waiting in my office,

Love,
Mona

 

[Saint Peter]

Dear Laurel,

Please have Mona get her sweet tushie into my office.

Thank you,
BigCheesePete

 

[Fata Morgana]

Dear Butters

Oh my god. I feel like I don't know you anymore. Yes, poached on top of tinned on toast. Tons of black pepper. When the yolk mixes with the tomato juices its a moment of pure joy for me.

Yours

Fata Napolina

 

[Saint Peter]

Dear Petey,

I'm waiting in my office,

Love,
Mona

Yes Ma'am.

 

[Peregrinator]

Dear Fata,

Please bring back the "I want to fuck those lips" avatar.

Love,

Perg

 

[Fata Morgana]

Dear Perg

Thanks for the compliment on the gob.

I'm sticking with this lady for a while though, she's the most recent actress to play Fata Morgana/Morgan Le Fay in a fairly crap tv show here. She was a lovely Morgana though.

Yours, puckering up

Fata

 

[lovetoread]

Dear Thumper,

Stop ignoring me. I'm prettier than those cricket players.

Love,
LTR

 

[butters]

Dear soya

you are not a cow.
that 'stuff' is not milk, doesn't taste like milk, smell like milk or look like milk. it's disgusting.

stick to what you're good at,

butters.

 

[beetlebum]

dear ______.


fuckbuddies? ok.


curiously,
beets