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If you actually took the time to check you're facts you would discover that I had a large part in the development and manufacture of the Large Hadron Collider beneath the Franco - Swiss border and am currently head of CERN (that's the European Organisation for Nuclear Research,to you and me) and am not at all what you would consider a 'moron'.
Kindly refrain from smearing my good name by spreading vicious,untrue rumours about my sexuality.I can assure you I certainly am not a 'puff',something to which my good friend Barry will testify.
I'm sorry that she jilted you but Julie is better off without you,and while I'm at it,she is definitely NOT a 'slut'.
Yours Sincerely,
Gordon.
'Sunday Bloody Sunday'. What a great song. It really encapsulates the frustration of a Sunday, doesn't it?
You wake up in the morning, you've got to read all the Sunday papers, the kids are running round, you've got to mow the lawn, wash the car, and you think "Sunday, bloody Sunday!".
Yours
Alan Partridge
Perhaps you could bring them up in the mix?
Yours,
Fernando.
I have been variously employed as an army field commander, an architect, and a draftsman. I therefore believe I am quite capable of making my own plans.
Nigel.
If there is such a thing as a quarter life crisis the cure is almost definitely a swift kick in the nuts.
Have you ever heard the phrase "quit while you're ahead"? I'm guessing no.
What you do is not singing, Sir.
In fact what you do is talk in time.
The only reason it's not poetry
and please don't have a go at me,
Is how predictably each line appears to rhyme
If you recite my note aloud
say it clear and rather loud
To the thumping of a marching brass band's feet
You'll be forced to tip your hat sir
to your better, William Shatner
even his syncopation is offbeat.
But I do owe my love of smoking jackets to you.
I was most flattered to hear that all you wanted for Christmas was me. With that in mind, I arranged to have myself delivered to you in a giant box on Christmas morning.
When I burst from said box, instead of being deilghted to see me, your personal security beat me senseless, the police were called, and I was thrown into jail. Now I have received a copy of the restraining order, I can't help but feel you're sending out mixed messages.
Please advise.
Thanks,
Rox
Certainly not.
It's a waste of a perfectly good foodstuff.
Besides, with the number of drowsy but hungry and therefore angry wasps about, even at this late season, do you really want to make yourself a sitting target.
By the way which one's Def?
Skarloey.
Could you elaborate on what rendered you happy in parts one and two?
Thank you in anticipation...
I suggest the band and road crew attend their nearest GU medicine clinic. They'll probably be able to answer the question and administer appropriate creams/ drugs/ antibiotics.
Yours,
Scrutinizer Central
PS, your a talentless fuckwit who sounds like JayZ on speed, and I've seen more attractive objects in a bus crash.
Dear Phil Rudd,
Been trying to text you for days but heard nothing. Is this job still on? Have gun, plastic sheeting and shovel and am ready to go whenever you say.
Yours
Mr X
I don't think the two are mutually exclusive.
Regards.
Her fiancé
Contrary to your assertion, I feel that your education could in fact do with some improvement.
By way of specific example, your statement should read: "We don't need any education"
Regards.
Chief Education officer.
Time Wanrer Education Services.
Thank you for setting your position out so clearly. While we respect and even admire your determined stance, we feel it is does not properly reflect the corporate image we are hoping to project and must sadly terminate your sponsorship contract. Our advertising agents do advise us that Milk Tray may be interested in your services.
Yours,
Benetton, United Colors Of