Dear loud fucker upstairs,
Consideration for others is an admirable trait. Unfortunately, it seems to be something you know nothing about.
Playing louder doesn't make you any better. Perhaps master tuning, and maybe playing the right notes, and then maybe I wouldn't mind so much about the volume.
I hate you. I hope you die.
Regards,
Mark.
Consideration for others is an admirable trait. Unfortunately, it seems to be something you know nothing about.
Playing louder doesn't make you any better. Perhaps master tuning, and maybe playing the right notes, and then maybe I wouldn't mind so much about the volume.
I hate you. I hope you die.
Regards,
Mark.
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"Open Letter
Dear Thieving Cunt,
It has come to my attention that some time between 11pm last night and 7am this morning, you took it upon yourself to borrow my lawnmower from the back of my utility vehicle. As you have not left your contact details, I assume that you do not intend to return it.
A few things may assist you in any further endeavours:
- It's a bit difficult on cold starts - you need to push the priming bubble a good 4 or 5 times, rather than the advertised 2.
- The throttle is best left at about half. After that, the governor does something funny and it revs up and down.
- Next time you steal a mower, you'd be better off taking the catcher too, you fucking retard.
Sleep with one eye open, motherfucker.
NH"
Thought you might enjoy it. Your letter is pure gold. I love it.
Perhaps slip a flyer for a music tutor in his mailbox?