Dear Klimpan: thanks for being a good friend always, and especially for being there when I need to talk.
Dear Guy walking the pitbull across campus: if I get mauled to death by your psycho-dog, just know that I'm not going down without a fight; AND, I'm gona haunt you like a mo-fo.
Dear Jon Stewart: I wana be like you when I grow up :)
Dear Nicholas Cage: please read scripts properly before agreeing to do a movie. Also, take acting lessons.
Dear Luis Hart: You are the most inappropriate, un-politically correct, foul mouthed radio announcer, and I love it!
Dear Belly: I only want a 6-pack, a 2-4 is a bit much.
Dear Mother Nature: I've been a good boy, please give me two weeks of breezy, 15-18 degree days with light drizzles at night. And hold the mosquitos.
Dear Tim Horton's lady: for the love of France, I order chicken salad on a cheese croissant ALL THE TIME, so stop telling me I can't get it every time I come in...also, NO TOMATOES does not mean MORE TOMATOES.
Dear Shakira: I know how u feel baby, but I'm not that easy. Buy me dinner first.
Dear Assorted Females from my recent to mid-recent past: screw all of you. One day, you'll reflect on how you each in some way contributed to my womanising ways.
Dear Faithful Followers: I'm sorry for my hiatus, I'll be blogging more often from now on.
Sincerely,
Prof M.
xoxoxo
Dear Guy walking the pitbull across campus: if I get mauled to death by your psycho-dog, just know that I'm not going down without a fight; AND, I'm gona haunt you like a mo-fo.
Dear Jon Stewart: I wana be like you when I grow up :)
Dear Nicholas Cage: please read scripts properly before agreeing to do a movie. Also, take acting lessons.
Dear Luis Hart: You are the most inappropriate, un-politically correct, foul mouthed radio announcer, and I love it!
Dear Belly: I only want a 6-pack, a 2-4 is a bit much.
Dear Mother Nature: I've been a good boy, please give me two weeks of breezy, 15-18 degree days with light drizzles at night. And hold the mosquitos.
Dear Tim Horton's lady: for the love of France, I order chicken salad on a cheese croissant ALL THE TIME, so stop telling me I can't get it every time I come in...also, NO TOMATOES does not mean MORE TOMATOES.
Dear Shakira: I know how u feel baby, but I'm not that easy. Buy me dinner first.
Dear Assorted Females from my recent to mid-recent past: screw all of you. One day, you'll reflect on how you each in some way contributed to my womanising ways.
Dear Faithful Followers: I'm sorry for my hiatus, I'll be blogging more often from now on.
Sincerely,
Prof M.
xoxoxo
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