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

Dear Sam Mills, All-Pro Linebacker our of Tiny Montclair State,

Stevie very often produces of me a weeping willow. Don't tell no one.

Yours in yours,

Brad Muster

 

Cadet,

Don't know about lions, but I'm in Vermont on the edge of sweating to death.

UT

 

Dear UT,

I myself have a thick mane and my unairconditioned corner of BFE is sweltering. This prompted the inquiry.

Cadet

 

Cadet,

I don't boast a great deal of hair, but at the moment I'm wishing I could shave it off.

Solidarity

ut

 

Dear Cadet,

Hairy necks are not generally found to be attractive on women. FYI.

Sincerely,

IJAG

 

Dear IJAG,

Pass the Nair.

Cadet

 

Dear anyone who might be tempted to be swayed by the prospects of dry heat,

It truly is like sticking your head in an oven. The sun also sits on your shoulder and slaps you in the face harder than any stripper who wasn't interested in a personal demonstration of the way you hold a bowling ball ever might. Embrace the humidity, let it lick you in all its sticky goodness.

In all bitterness toward my hellish experience in the desert,

Clever

 

Dear Mandy Moore,

I have a huge crush on you. Just thought you should know.

Clever

 

Dear Women's Tennis,

Please stop sounding like porn. It is very distracting from the match.

Mayfly

 

Dear IJAG,

I heart you a whole bunch for this.

UT

 

Dear Rafa Nadal,

Stop picking your ass.

Love,

SC

 

Dear Cadet -

Have you ever smelled Nair? It is the most god-awful smelling substance known to man. It's how I'd imagine Fat Bastard to smell like after a afternoon frolick in dry heat[idtakesouthheatoverdryheatanyday/buckdub]!

Skip the Nair. Wax,
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