Dear fuckwit
My car was not in the way, there was a whole lot of other road for you to drive in.

Thanks to you, I had to spend my Saturday morning getting it fixed and paying £50 for the privilege. That £50 could have got me a few CDs, a new lightmeter or anything that isn't a bloody wingmirror!

I hope something mildly inconvenient happens to you, like bumping your head really badly, then getting a papercut and tripping up your own laces in public. Then you go to that important meeting and you've got blood on your tie and you don't realise, so you make a bad impression, which loses you your job which turns you to drink, which makes you bump your head really badly on something.

I hate bumping my head on things

have I lost focus in this letter

maybe

yours
( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Sat 6 Mar 2010, 11:53, 1 reply)

Dear Enemy
I curse you, and hope that something slightly unpleasant happens to you like an onion falling on your head.
( idonthaveafunnynickname Drink-Aware? Sure. I'm aware I want another drink., Sat 6 Mar 2010, 15:56, closed)