This isn't quite a duplicate of the Rantettes and Ravettes thread. Here you write little messages (mensajitos) to people that don't read this forum, either with a complaint or giving support for something they've done that you like.

Posted Fri Jun 04, 2004 9:46 pm:

This one goes out to Nina, from my U.S. history class.

As much as I enjoy watching your lime-green panties poke out of the top of your pants during class, it's really kind of distracting when I'm trying to take a test or something.

So Nina, please keep your underwear inside your pants. Thank you.

Dear Bret

As much as you enjoy sending IM's to me while I sleep please stop. It is very annoying and wakes me up. I do like to play Wolfenstine or UT with you sometimes but not all day every day.

Dear whoever keeps dropping sharp things on the road I use to get into Reading.

Stop it. It's annoying having to fix the punctures I get from them.

Dear Alan:

Just because you're smaller and younger than me, you are not automatically incapable of preparing soem sort of food for yourself. I am also not your slave. Please get this through your head. Thank you.

Jaimee... if you're going to complain that you're overweight, which you're not by any means, then do something about it, like, maybe, exercise and stop eating fast food. Also, if you're going to complain that you're dizzy and nauseous all the time from your thyroid problem, maybe you should actually go and have the blood tests done so it can be fixed. If you won't do anything about a problem, don't complain about it!

Good thread, by the way, Maverick : )

My Dearest Sister:

Please quite commenting on every little thing, it really is annoying. You know, some people keep things to themselves.

My brother:

QUIT GETTING IN MY PERSONAL SPACE! BACK UP, WE AREN'T ON A DATE!

To the annoying little bitch in shaolin-do:

I WILL BEAT YOUR HEAD IN UNTIL IT RESEMBLES THE STAIN THAT IS YOUR LIFE!

To all my friends:

Talk to me more, you morons.

Dear whoever the fuck decided that we have to run what amounts of a skeleton crew at my job, thusly screwing me if anyone gets sick because I get called in since I'm 'reliable' which only means that I don't have a family,

Fuck you.

Hugs,

Soth

Dear Wocket,
I feel your pain.

Dear my good friends..

I would like if you asked, if i would like to be in the room while you have sex and have a person take pictures.. Thankyou, Very much.

Err... do you mean to imply you WANT to be there, or they started while you were there and you didn't? Either way.... uhh....

Dear...

Wait... life is pretty good. I don't think I have one.

My brother:

QUIT GETTING IN MY PERSONAL SPACE! BACK UP, WE AREN'T ON A DATE!

Dear Sev: Please refrain from making jokes about Eastern Kentucky.


Dear Graham: If you want to be really red-ass, stop drinking and go to class every once in a while. I don't care how much you polish your brass; all will be for naught if you fail out of school.

Dear Buzz: I promise to stop making fun of your name if you give me a raise.

Dear Mister Daniels: We've been good friends for a long time, and I'm sorry we've been out of touch for so long. I'll be seeing you soon.

Dear Cpl. Zebulon Pike: To quote Paul Southworth, "I'll end your means."

Dear Joanna: I don't believe we've met. Do you like John Wayne movies?

Dear Dr. Ruth: Is that a good pickup line?

Dear Mr. Limbaugh: If you didn't have so many double standards, I might not have set your house on fire.

Dear FBI: I know you're reading this, so just to be clear, I did not set fire to Rush Limbaugh's house. My letter bomb was sent to the wrong house.

Dear TheDuke: I'm sorry your birthday gift hasn't arrived yet. Some sort of foul-up in shipping.

Edit: Dear Princess Lorien: Do you like John Wayne movies?

Blaze";p="346948 wrote:Wait... life is pretty good. I don't think I have one.

The thread includes messages of thanks.

I forgot to add


Dear John: If you EVER call me "Herbie Sevren" again, I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll pass on the doobie. That is, I'll... uh... never mind.

Dear Food Town Shoppers -

If I'm looking "lonely" at my register, that's probably just me pondering my pathetic love-life, it does not mean that I want more customers, in fact I have no desire to deal with your inane corrections about prices, you know what, I didn't program the fucking computer. So, understandably when you come up and say "You looked so lonely, I thought I'd come give you some business." unless you are an attractive woman in her late teens/early twenties, don't be suprised if I just sort of kill you.

Dear Illustrious Senators, of the Imperial Republic of Texas -

I wouldn't have nominated you cock-bites either.