Dear Stupid

Dear Chicks,

H-O-L-Y   S-H-I-T,

What the fuck are you doing in there? I could knit an entire outfit in the time it takes you to try on a top. And I don’t know how to knit. 

Dear Ice Chest Makers,

Stop telling me how many liters or gallons your Chest holds. All I need to know is how many beers, 2 liters of soda, or dead bodies. 

Dear Birds,

Blink, you evil fuckers. Blink goddamn you!

Dear Teachers,

Thank you for justifying the shit pay you get. That sort of dumbfuckery proves that children are better off watching Sesame Street and doing Kumon books than listening to your dumb ass. 

(vie reddit.com)

Dear Dylan,

We get it, you work out. Now put your clothes back on.

On second thought, your ass is the scariest thing on that show. Continue on.

Dear Craig,

How can your intros and robot be so good, and your interviews be so bad? Seriously, stop having guests. You suck at interviews. It’s sort of embarrassing. 

Dear Comic Book Companies,

Look what have you wrought. Now get back into your cubicle and don’t come out until you have a Filipino super for this nutjob to turn himself into. 

Dear Internet,

Not pictured - blind boyfriend bleeding out just off camera. 

(via Reddit)