A place for open letters to the good people of the world.

Dear Xan,

May your room paper be filled with colorful photos of laughing children. Treat UTShooter as well as you treated me. May you win numerous awards for the photographs you publish in your paper together.

Best regards,

Mayfly

 

Dear IJAG,

I think Write-brained might have concocted this bit of pudding mathematics ...
http://www.isd196.k12.mn.us/sv/classconn/classrooms/first/sag/pudding.htm

Sincerely,
Xan

 

Dear insects of the world,

Normally I don't mind you, but next time I am sitting on my back porch can you tell the cockroach I don't really appreciate it when it falls on my arm off of the tressle?
Thanks.
I really hate the cockroach and don't want a giant, 2 inch cockroach crawling around on my arm.

Yours,
Angola!

 

Dear A place for open letters to the good people of the world:


What up bitches?



Hugs and kisses,


Tomas

 

Dear good people of the world,

Why don't good people exist in my neck of the woods?

Yours,
Angola!

 

Dear Tomas,

The good people of the world have missed you, though we did not appreciate being called 'bitches.'

Do you remember having 2 inch cockroaches climb on you when you used to live in Tejas?

Yours,
Angola!

 

Dear clock,

Why am I awake?

Yours truly,
Night Owl with Morning Hours

 

Dear Angola,

I know where you live, and obviously, you do, too. I think that answers the question.



Hugs and kisses,


Tomas

 

Dear Gola,

A. Tough shit.
B. No, I've blocked that from my mind.


Hugs and kisses,


Tomas

 

Dear Cadet,


I really hope I didn't offend you the other day ... that, by no means, was my intention.



Sincerely,


Tomas

 

Dear me,

Why have you put off writing my story due in the morning until now?

Me

 

Dear Tomas,

Apology accepted, but that was still a bastardly thing to write.

We're cool,
Cadet