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Forget, forgive, conclude, and be agreed. - Shakespeare
It pains me deeply to tell you that I hate you. Perhaps this comes as a shock, given that I'm the one who always initiates sex. However, you must have suspected that you never really knew me. Even though this hurts, you should know that it's not me, it's you. I hope that we can still be awkward acquaintances.
Okay, here's mine (I have added lib in the the parentheses):
Dear Self-Centered Loser:
It pains me deeply (not really, I'm kind of getting a kick out of it) to tell you that I hate you. Perhaps this comes as a shock since we spend all of our waking hours together (except for every Friday and Saturday night, when you're out drinking like an overgrown fratboy with those morons you call friends). However, you must have suspected that our unresovable differences might lead to this (since I'm an adult who does my own laundry and cleaning and your mommy still does yours). Even though all of this hurts you should know that it's not me, it's you (boy, is it ever you! What didn't you do wrong?). I hope we can still (still? no, no, there will be no still)--but we could start living at opposites ends of the earth (actually, if they ever start renting out condos on the moon, you should seriously consider relocating). Have a nice (f-ing) life, you selfish, alcoholic, frat boy, mama baby, loser!
Sincerely,
The Best Thing that Ever Happened to You (too bad you were too drunk to notice)
Nylabelle, please, please, please tell me you'll actually give the boy that letter when you move out!!! That would be sooo hysterical to see his face as he read it!
Okay, here's mine (I have added lib in the the parentheses): Dear Self-Centered Loser: It pains me deeply (not really, I'm kind of getting a kick out of it) to tell you that I hate you. Perhaps this comes as a shock since we spend all of our waking hours together (except for every Friday and Saturday night, when you're out drinking like an overgrown fratboy with those morons you call friends). However, you must have suspected that our unresovable differences might lead to this (since I'm an adult who does my own laundry and cleaning and your mommy still does yours). Even though all of this hurts you should know that it's not me, it's you (boy, is it ever you! What didn't you do wrong?). I hope we can still (still? no, no, there will be no still)--but we could start living at opposites ends of the earth (actually, if they ever start renting out condos on the moon, you should seriously consider relocating). Have a nice (f-ing) life, you selfish, alcoholic, frat boy, mama baby, loser! Sincerely, The Best Thing that Ever Happened to You (too bad you were too drunk to notice)-- Edited by NylaBelle at 00:02, 2005-09-13
I'm laughing so hard I want to cry. That is hilarious! It must have been therapeutic to write that.
NylaBelle wrote: Okay, here's mine (I have added lib in the the parentheses): Dear Self-Centered Loser: It pains me deeply (not really, I'm kind of getting a kick out of it) to tell you that I hate you. Perhaps this comes as a shock since we spend all of our waking hours together (except for every Friday and Saturday night, when you're out drinking like an overgrown fratboy with those morons you call friends). However, you must have suspected that our unresovable differences might lead to this (since I'm an adult who does my own laundry and cleaning and your mommy still does yours). Even though all of this hurts you should know that it's not me, it's you (boy, is it ever you! What didn't you do wrong?). I hope we can still (still? no, no, there will be no still)--but we could start living at opposites ends of the earth (actually, if they ever start renting out condos on the moon, you should seriously consider relocating). Have a nice (f-ing) life, you selfish, alcoholic, frat boy, mama baby, loser! Sincerely, The Best Thing that Ever Happened to You (too bad you were too drunk to notice)-- Edited by NylaBelle at 00:02, 2005-09-13 I'm laughing so hard I want to cry. That is hilarious! It must have been therapeutic to write that.
Yes, it was! Especially b/c I came home last night and his mommy had been over during the day and cleaned the house and packed for him while he sat on his arse on the couch all day. And guess what? SHE THREW AWAY MY FOOD!!! I have no food for the week b/c she threw it away b/c she didn't know it was mine b/c his lazy rear-end was watching TV instead of helping her. Only four more days!!
Okay, here's mine (I have added lib in the the parentheses): Dear Self-Centered Loser: It pains me deeply (not really, I'm kind of getting a kick out of it) to tell you that I hate you. Perhaps this comes as a shock since we spend all of our waking hours together (except for every Friday and Saturday night, when you're out drinking like an overgrown fratboy with those morons you call friends). However, you must have suspected that our unresovable differences might lead to this (since I'm an adult who does my own laundry and cleaning and your mommy still does yours). Even though all of this hurts you should know that it's not me, it's you (boy, is it ever you! What didn't you do wrong?). I hope we can still (still? no, no, there will be no still)--but we could start living at opposites ends of the earth (actually, if they ever start renting out condos on the moon, you should seriously consider relocating). Have a nice (f-ing) life, you selfish, alcoholic, frat boy, mama baby, loser! Sincerely, The Best Thing that Ever Happened to You (too bad you were too drunk to notice)-- Edited by NylaBelle at 00:02, 2005-09-13
Hahahaha. I especially like your signature!
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Forget, forgive, conclude, and be agreed. - Shakespeare
It reminds me of how when I was in H.S., my BFF and I always joked about "the empty envelope" syndrome...we talked about (but never really did) sending an empty envelope to break up with someone...outside we'd write "In this envelope is everything I feel for you" and when the breakee opened it...it would be empty. Zip. Zilch. Nada. *s*
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Okay, here's mine (I have added lib in the the parentheses): Dear Self-Centered Loser: It pains me deeply (not really, I'm kind of getting a kick out of it) to tell you that I hate you. Perhaps this comes as a shock since we spend all of our waking hours together (except for every Friday and Saturday night, when you're out drinking like an overgrown fratboy with those morons you call friends). However, you must have suspected that our unresovable differences might lead to this (since I'm an adult who does my own laundry and cleaning and your mommy still does yours). Even though all of this hurts you should know that it's not me, it's you (boy, is it ever you! What didn't you do wrong?). I hope we can still (still? no, no, there will be no still)--but we could start living at opposites ends of the earth (actually, if they ever start renting out condos on the moon, you should seriously consider relocating). Have a nice (f-ing) life, you selfish, alcoholic, frat boy, mama baby, loser! Sincerely, The Best Thing that Ever Happened to You (too bad you were too drunk to notice)-- Edited by NylaBelle at 00:02, 2005-09-13
rosie_the_riveter wrote: HaHa! Now they just need to make it in scantron form Get your #2 pencils ready!-- Edited by rosie_the_riveter at 02:16, 2005-09-15
It pains me a little to tell you that I have had it with your bullshit. Perhaps this comes as a shock, given that I always seem so carefree and accommodating. However, you must have suspected the you never really knew me. Even though this hurts, you should know that I could have made it hurt a lot more. I hope that we can still be emotionally unavailable to each other.
Have a nice life.
Lisa
-- Edited by Lisa at 09:42, 2005-09-16
-- Edited by Lisa at 10:29, 2005-09-16
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Forget, forgive, conclude, and be agreed. - Shakespeare