Dear Boss,

Sory for missing yesterdays deadlines. I've fixed things up today. Don't sack me.

Cheers,
Tripto

Dear Shananana,

Did you used to be called something else? I like your style.

Love,
Hillsonghoods.

dear tonsils,
please feel better by the weekend.
hopefully,
crunchy.

Dear world,

Look out you son of a bitch cause here I come!

From Murder

Dear Tripto

Those performance rebates will be coming out of your pay

regards

tripto's boss.

Dear applecrunch

I am sure that soon your tonsils will feel not like razor blades.

Best Regards
chucky

Dear Ohyeah/boss,

Lucky for me I earn such a stupidly large amount of money then.

Wealthily,
Tripto

;-)

Dear Hillsonghoods,

No, i have always been Shananana. Your's aint so bad either!

love,
Shananana

Dear Holidays,

I've worked damn hard for you. the nicest thing you can do is show me a good time. preferably with lots of dvds, beer and involving me wearing my pyjamas for a week. would be fab

Sincerely
HRS

Dear Monday,

I've Friday and Saturday to churn through, so if it can wait that would be swell,

Peace out,
Benji

dear tripto/underling

as long as you know it isn't coming out of mine

regards

boss

Dear jim,

no-one cares.

sincerly , jim

Dear boss/Ohyeah,

You're the one on performace based pay.

Smuggly,

Tripto

Dear today's working day

I apologise for not showing you much attention. I am very easily distracted. I doubt i will miss you on the weekend.

Until tomorrow,
chucky

Dear underling

your work works on performance rebates if you don't meet deadlines, not mine.

kindly

boss

Dear Throat,

You sound funny and you're itchy.
I dont like having a funny throat.

Cease and dessist.

cough cough

love,

Scientificphlegmcake

Dear customer who looks like Zooey Deschanel,

please undress slowy to the theme from batman.

Love,
jim.

Dear boss/Ohyeah,

Actually, I've got nothing.

Bugger,

Tripto

Dear Jim,

Film it.

Love,

Phlegmcake

Dear friends who are there when I need them,

I wish you all the happiness in the world :)

xxx
Gnomes

Haha.

HA.

but I must say how interesting it is that you could be so juvenile

Pot. Kettle. Black.

dear me,

ehm, you rock,

i.

T.I.

S.B.

thank fuck he divorced this woman. now that he's a single man, i might give it a crack myself.
a woman could do a whole lot worse than that lovely fella.

Wow, I have never ever heard Flobs say a bad word about anyone, and am butting in where I don't belong...

But really tabula, whoever the hell you are talking about, the internets are serious business I know, but you won't get anywhere airing dirty laundry in such a place.

And, since its already started on M+N, you deserve a duck roll:

How to get back at your ex so they hurt forever and ever more

None of this matters, because THE DRAGONS SIGNED WAYNE BENNETT!!!!

Soon this sorry episode will be in the fold and I doubt anybody in their right mind will ever expand this thread anyway.

;)

dear dear ___ thread,

sorry we ruined your format. it really is a lovely format.

back to business now,
slacks.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEE BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!

Dear Frankie,

Soon this sorry episode will be in the fold and I doubt anybody in their right mind will ever expand this thread anyway.

I did. It almost broke my computer. It wasn't worth it.

Golds

Dear goldbuttons,

you win some kind of award for foolhardiness. Congratulations.

FT

Dear Frankie,

it's nice to get some recognition. I try, I really do. Thankyou.

Goldb

Dear everyone

Perhaps it is time for a new 'Dear ---------- ' thread? Is there a particular attachment to this one?

Respectfully

rc

dear russkie

go for it.

love, switch

dear dear _ thread,

ah well. looks like you've been replaced by a newer fresher version.

it's the circle of life. out with the old, in with the new.

so long good friend.

love,
slacks.

Dear fellow travellers on the no.6 tram last night,

CLIPPING YOUR NAILS ON PUBLIC TRANSPORT IS REVOLTING.

Don't ever do that in my earshot again.

And grooming boy? Babe, you're not nearly pretty enough to spend that much time playing with your hair in the window's reflection,

love

me

Dear person i know who isn't a friend:

you asked me, ''How are you?'' i replied, ''Alright, thanks.'' you then proceeded to gush effusively about how good you feel, and suggested I'd feel as good if only I did what you do.

mate, hardly...

you see there's this:

you = ten pound tourist from the World's largest inbred village: England, who stuck to a shitty job you hated, eventually divorced the woman you previously married under sufferance, who, incidentally, you felt the same way about as your job, which you were forced to remain in to pay the mortgage on a house that was dirt cheap then but now is considerably overpriced and enables you to become the one thing you have been conditioned to believe is worth all that you have gone through: middle class.

me = i notice this, all of this and, in fact, a lot more.

result: a huge belly laugh for me.

reassuringly,

Peter