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

Platy,

1.) You would anything
2.) Because you would

It's a phrase that is just meaningless and meant to be glossed over. Like you say "I am going to store right now to get some eggs." My response would be "You would".

All harmless,

Mayfly

 

Dear thunderstorms that rolled through last night,

Thank you for taking your time getting through the area last night, but the next time, do you think you could move it along a little more quickly? Or maybe at least just get it all over with at once instead of coming through in waves?

Sleeping, while my "big, brave, strong" dog tries to hide his head UNDER my pillow isn't that easy.

Thanks,

K

 

Mayfly

Understandable. ;D

No longer in the dark as to the meaning,

Platy

 

Dear Co-Workers,

He put up a fight. It was hard to force him down into the hole, because he was a fighter. The marks you see on the side were from where he clung on for his life. A lesser man would have left him for the next combatant to finish him off. I hope you pay your respects when you stop by the porcelain king.

Respectfully,

Mayfly

 

Dear Mayfly,

Eww

 

Dear brother,

Dancing with cowboys does not make a girl a tramp, esp. in a country bar.

Love,

Your sister and your lovely fiancee

 

Dear sportschick,

I hope your letter was signed by two different people.

 

Dear fof,

Yes.

SC

 

Dear SC,

I didn't think you were from Kentucky.

Your friend,
Friend

 

Dear Senior Babe Ruth teams I covered today,

How you managed to make the first 5-inning game of a doubleheader into a Roots-like saga — 2 1/2 hours — is beyond me.

And for the pitcher of one team, you win my utmost respect for throwing upward of 175 pitches.

Xan

 

Dear Songbird,

Last night I shot a pitcher who threw SEVEN straight pitches BEHIND the batters' backs.

UT

 

Dear skeevy office memebrs,

The woman we work with does not appreciate you talking into her breasts. Or giggling about it in your office because everyone can hear it. Or talking about it on the desk on her night off. Please stop.

Forever,
Diabeetus