Tuesday, May 3, 2011

An Open Letter to a Certain Someone

You know who you are.

I saw you at prom this weekend.

Actually, what's more important is that I saw what you did at prom this weekend.

I swear on my trombone that if you try to pull that crap again, or if you try to do anything more, I will come for you.  I will come for you and destroy you.  I will tear you apart with the razor-sharp blade of my tongue.  I will make you weep like a little girl.  Then I'll kick you.  Hard.  Where it hurts.

Don't think I'm kidding, because I'm not.

Seriously, if you try to pull that s*** again, I will end you.

Just keep that in mind the next time you think about trying something.

Dearest Regards and Blatant Threats,

P.S.-I'm watching you, boy.

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