The Unsent Letter
By Jane Hyphen
Dear Pickled Hemorrhoid
Following on from our unfruitful conversation the other day I wish to point out to you that the incessant noise from your pet mammal’s ghetto blaster is totally unacceptable and the fact that the faulty wiring in your little shrew-like brain is unable to see that really BOILS MY PISS.
It’s obviously you who has the problem; the kind of person who seeks to take offence to every innocent little comment made to them and who believes their own puerile bullshit clearly has a STICK STUCK somewhere and people can smell that a mile away.