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

Get a second opinion. Please.

 

It's a little too late.

Plus, this is the third doctor who has said the same thing. The nerve is just too close to the root of the teeth for him to guarantee I won't lose some taste or some feeling in front of my face. I looked at the x-rays, and that picture says I'm fucked.

 

Jesus Christ. I'm glad I never got my wisdom teeth removed.

Nono removigato my Mr. Impactos,

Lee Jackson Beauregard

 

Damn, brother. We'll be praying for you.

 

Dear Mr. LJB,

That line made me laugh, which is good, since I've slept a grand total of six hours over the past two nights, or less time than I've spent driving.

So thank you for your humor. It is appreciated.

Yours in giggles,

IJAG

 

IJAG, I've barely gotten any sleep the last several days myself. It almost packs a sort of buzz.

Yours in Sleepless Mirth,

LJBeauregard

 

Dear Dick Yuengling Jr., President of Yuengling Brewery,

Sir, please, please, please begin distributing your beers in a wider area. I'd be willing to pay Fat Tire-esque prices for it.

Sincerely,

A guy who drank gallons of your beer during his trip to NYC and the Jersey shore.

 

Dear SportsJournalists.com,

Thanks for your thoughts. My surgeon is a stud. Turns out I'll be just fine, just chilling and enjoying these drugs for a few days.

Cheers,
Cradle

 

Good news, Cradle. Congratulations.

 

glad to hear.

if you have any leftovers, send 'em my way.

 

Dear folks who wait for cars to pull out of the Wal-Mart/Target parking lot,

Think about it...you're holding up traffic and waiting five minutes to park 20 feet closer to a store the size of a football field. Unless you're handicapped or have very young folks or very old folks in the vehicle, just find a spot and walk 10 extra seconds.
Your pal,
Tyler

 

Dear Mother Nature,

Thank you for the lovely thunderstotm this evening that send my 130-lb. dog cowering into the corner of the kitchen. The lightning was spectacular.

But you made it rain so hard that the carpets in my lovely little apartment are sopping fucking soaked.

Bitch.

Sincerely,

Flash