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Here is a real, pathetic "Dear John" letter by some chick and an ingenious reply by a guy who is now my new hero. Enjoy.
Late Late Letter [ June 23, 2005, 11:54 PM: Message edited by: Teddy KGB ] |
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Is Wayne Brady gonna have to choke a bitch?
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Join Date: Apr 2005
Location: Bustleton Ave. Philadelphia, PA.
Posts: 648
Internets: 10
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"5. If any of my friends from Wabash actually still talk to you, they are fucking fired as friends. 5 (B). I'm not going to tell my kids anything about you. But speaking of kids, it would be okay with me if my son was a crack addict, just as long as he got your kids hooked on it and became their dealer."
That was the highlight of the letter. |
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Poor Sport
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In my benevolence I will let you exist here only within the St. Michael's Parish boundary (MLK Dr. to High School Rd. and 56th Street to 10th St.) We will call this the SarahZone
My apartment is in the SaraZone, damn near in the geographical center actually. |
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Join Date: Dec 2003
Location: a land far far away
Posts: 449
Internets: 10
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"I am now convinced that if we ever do bump into each other, you will spontaneously combust."
That was the funniest part for me. I don't know what it was, I just started laughing out loud. |
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"I always tell the girls never take it seriously. If you never take it seriously then you never get hurt. If you never get hurt then you always have fun, and if you ever get lonely you can just go to the record store and visit your friends."
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