babble
Wednesday, April 02, 2003
Today is letter-writing day. Observe:
Dear Internet Explorer:
I hate you. Please die.
Fuck you and the corporation you rode in on,
Kathleen
Dear Mozilla:
I love you. Don't ever change.
BFF,
Kathleen
Dear Queen Latifah:
You have spectacular breasts. Please wear low-cut tops every day.
Speaking for men and lesbians everywhere,
Kathleen
Dear Heather Graham:
Please to be paying attention when you drive your giant Land Rover in my parking lot. Also, please eat something.
You are apparently too skinny to drive well,
Kathleen
Dear French's Mustard:
Don't worry about people boycotting you because of your name. You really don't want those people eating you, anyway.
I prefer Grey Poupon,
Kathleen
Dear universe,
Cramps suck. Whoever invented them should be executed immediately.
Ouch,
Kathleen
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