Even More Letters
Dear People Who Drive Down the Street With Their Brights On,QUIT IT!! There has not ever been a deer related accident IN our small town. The only thing you insensitive pricks are doing is successfully blinding me which eventually will cause a major accident as I will try to drive over you. And yes, I will win that battle.
Sincerely,
Rusty
Dear Blake,
Dude, if you even try to drop to B class, we will beat you to a bloody pulp with our bats. We tried that last year, and it didn't work. You made that bed, now you have to sleep in it.
Thanks
Rusty and the softball crew.
Dear Texas Grandmother,
SHUT UP! And you're not even here yet.
me
Dear Grill Gods,
Please reach down from up on high and bless me with a new gas grill complete with two tiers of warming racks. As a faithful disciple, I believe that You All can grant me this wish as I will continue to preach to the masses about Your Glory.
Your Servant in Charbroil
Rusty
Dear Nearly Sponsor-type People,
Thanks for leading us around by our nose. It was nearly as bad as my love life as there would be a glimmer of hope only to be crushed like a bug on a windsheild. I hope you bastards and your businesses go bankrupt or get audited.
DeadRed Softball
Dear Blake,
You whiny bastard. You got lucky as you had a career hit last night. Count your blessings you dumbshit as we're gunning for you. The bounty stands at a case of beer for whoever takes one off of your dome. No one likes you. Haven't you figured that out yet? Your team wouldn't be that bad but you ruin it for everyone. FFS, your own team doesn't even like you, it's just that you pick up the tab so they can play for free.
Trying to hurt you,
All of the Hesston League
Dear Aggies,
Why can't you group of steroid-laden firemen kick it around like you did last night, when you play us? Dammit, you freaks of nature play like that against us and we might beat you. We'll get you or we'll make you pee in a cup.
RJ
posted by Rusty @ 8:32 AM
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