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Dear Man who got out of his Truck and pecked on my Driver's Side Window Causing me to Jump and Scream,

you should never get out of your truck at a busy intersection like that, and I asked about the "thing" you told me and it isn't true.

I think you just like to make women scream at intersections.

Weirdo!
 
Dear parents of EXTREMELY obnoxious children on the plane today,

I get when you have a baby who cries because flying sucks when you're a tiny little one and don't know why your body is freaking out on you. (Though Benadryl works wonders in those cases)...but when you child is as nine years old and I have to listen to him whine and scream for 3 and half hours YOU are doing something wrong. Just fucking parent for God's sake!! And maybe make them realize that there are other people in the world that they need to be considerate of...if I were the guy sitting in the seat in front of your family, TSA would have had to get involved because after the 10th time he kicked my seat and pulled on it, I would have lost my shit.

I say this as the mother of two young kids who also were flying today and who the rest of the plane didn't have to suffer because I provide my kids with things to do and teach them to respect other people's spaces...

Signed,

A parent who actually parents my children.
 
Dear X,

I've told you what to do about it and you refuse. So please keep your complaining to a minimum and to yourself. I don't want to hear it.

Thanks so much,

She who does occasionally know what she is talking about
 
Dear Parent Who Actually Parents Her Children,


HUGS!! I wish there were more like you.



Wanting to open a can of whoop-ass on your plane tormentor. :rose:
 
Dear X god,

Why do I never have the jackpot winning lottery numbers on my ticket?


And as a consolation close second, why have I never seen L's beautiful bosoms in all their fleshly delightful glory?
 
Dear morons and fat-heads.... the lot of you!

It is not ok to cheat. It is not ok to bend the rules, even just a little because you can't be assed to change something. Learn to read. Learn to understand the basic words that are printed on the screen in front of you. Just because something is free doesn't mean it doesn't have the basics for human decency.

Seriously....


Me....
 
Dear X....

"I like you a lot... I'm just confused.... not sure of my feelings.... don't want to depend on you too much...."

I'm hearing this so much, it's making me sick. I am tired of putting myself out there, putting out effort and making you feel better, only to be a place holder until something better comes along. I never imagined, claimed or wanted exclusivity.... I just wanted to be treated with respect...

And.....

What's the point of adding me.... to ignore me?


D....
 
Dear X,
You're an X for a reason, deal with it. Quite asking me for things. Quite trying to have conversations with me if it does not concern our children (which are with me 100% of the time because you are so worthless! Oh, I'm sorry, you're not worthless, you just have "headaches" all of the time and can't help mixing your prescribed meds with wine every 4th night!) If you wan't a relationship with someone, try our children! There is no need for me to have a conversation with you, if you wanted that you should have tried doing it during our 14 years of marriage!
 
Dear drivers,

If I'm coasting faster than you're driving, you need to speed up, not apply the brakes.

Hates having to brake every 2 seconds
 
Dear Mother Nature,

You fickle, goofy, cold hearted indecisive Bitch. You are allotted approximately 4 months each year within which it is perfectly acceptable to share with us 30 degree temperatures.
To awaken us with snow showers on April 24 is just plain mean. I love my collection of boots but I need to bare these "stems"!


Dear close talking woman with whom I work,

I don't care if I am wearing a buttery leather jacket, a fluffy cashmere sweater or a silk blouse, please PLEASE Stop Touching Me. You make my skin crawl. Oh and your affinity for the little blue xanax is apparently legendary.
 
Dear La-z-boy salesman.

You are correct that sofa is very beautiful, but $3,000 beautiful......

NO Way.......

Love......it would have to make me orgasm when I sat on it before I paid 3,000 for a sofa.
 
Dear La-z-boy salesman.

You are correct that sofa is very beautiful, but $3,000 beautiful......

NO Way.......

Love......it would have to make me orgasm when I sat on it before I paid 3,000 for a sofa.

Would have to purchase the stain protection package as well.
 
Dear tiny limbed leper,

I'm gonna songie the shit out of you over the next few weeks. I'm learning new ones.

Glove,
Your musical pope
 
Dear Jerry,

Your decision not to replace Tony Romo is ridiculous.

Sincerely,
The Fans.
 
Dear tattoo artist,

I don't think the Art Institute certificate behind your front desk put my mind at ease about getting a new tattoo. The fact that you could trace a chipmunk head and draw some stick figures means you are going to put a needle against my skin. Take home tests that do not require a turn around time should not be a measurement tool for one's artistic capabilities. Glad you furthered your education though, because that is always important.

Signed,

Searching for a new tattooist.
 
Dear X,

I will admit to being a bitch and heartless at times, I was always honest and never careless with our relationship. It wasn't ok with me that your idea of honesty was not telling me you were sleeping with anyone that crossed your path, I didn't ask so you didn't really lie to me. It is not true that every man lies and every man cheats and thinks woman are just play things to use and abuse. It hurt and it makes it difficult to trust, it also made me more aware of what is happening around me.

Unlike your cruel words after Thanksgiving that there is no one in the world who would ever want to look at me or be with me, there is someone and unlike you he is honest, caring and there for me every step of the way.

Not sure why after all this time your words still hurt me, day by day I am learning to care about myself again and letting someone else care too. I would really like you to find someone to do to you what you did to me, then I am not really the heartless ugly worthless bitch you keep calling me. That you rot in hell and your cock falls off will be enough for me.

So HAPPY to be your X
 
Dear person across the way,

Kindly explain to me how, if last night's temperatures were in the mid 30s, and when I went out to go shopping this morning it was only in the 40s, your air conditioning was running? Is your place so hermetically sealed that no warm air escapes and that rather than opening a window and letting in the free cool air, you decided to run the a/c?

Let me guess, you're one of those that whines and bitches about how much money you're spending on electricity and rather than use something that is free AND colder than the a/c will make your air, you keep doing the same stupid things.

Living around morons
 
Dear X,

1) Free cool air can contain allergens. Meds, er visits and inhalers can be more expensive.
2) Maybe running fan only on air conditioner to use the filter
3) AC freezes up when it's less than 60 degrees so if it was running the compressor wasn't.

Yours,

One who has lived with an allergic asthmatic.
 
Dear X....

If you do to her what you said you are....I'll throw you out of my life for good.

Not fucking around.
A.
 
Dear X,

Just found out yesterday my brother died. Yeah I didn't get told by my family.
I had to find out on the fucking internet. They fucking wouldn't tell me. Who in the hell keeps secrets like that. He died four months ago and I had no idea. Didn't even get to reconcile with him. Our relationship was not perfect. He wasn't perfect that's for sure. He got in trouble with the law even though he was a cop just like our dad. And he had issues with drinking and jealously. But still he was my brother. The only one I've ever had. And now he's gone. Plus on top of it I find out my niece who i haven't seen since she was 14 has not only gotten married but is having a baby. It's like I'm not good enough to be kept in the loop about things. And you wonder why I don't talk to the likes of any of you. Because you keep doing this shit. And now thanks to keeping it a secret that my only brother is dead I have to mourn for him amongst everything else. Thanks a hell of a lot assholes.
 
Dear racist asshole employer,

So you don't want to take my husband on as a employee because he's not Mexican. Gee how racist of you. You want to sit there and play favorites like it's a fucking game. With so much unemployment going around you are going to act like you can just pick and choose who you can hire. He's too good to work for you anyways. And you wonder why you don't get any customers. When you carry outdated items and your store is in such bad condition you can fall through the floor plus you don't bother advertising there ain't no one going to come shop there. No one wants to get sick. When you come down off your high horse..if you ever do..then you'll realize that anyone you passed up for employment would have actually made your crappy store better. No one wants to work for a asshole like you anyways.
 
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