Showing posts with label cocaine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cocaine. Show all posts

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Jeeze... So SENSITIVE.


















Dear Harry,

I'd just like to let you know that my existence makes COMPLETE sense, and that constantly being referred to as some sort of "cosmic joke" all the time is pretty hurtful.

Love,
Ted the Duck-Billed Platypus

Monday, January 3, 2011

Why did I give her my number?




















Dear Harry,

Did I happen to text you my New Year's resolution this weekend? I forgot it. Seems like it was "Don't..." something. Grrr. This happens every year!

Love,
Lindsay Lohan

Monday, November 22, 2010

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

If Ron Burgundy says it, it's the TRUE.


















Dear Harry,

Tell that scorpion woman, Hermione, that the proper translation of "San Diego" is, in fact, "a whale's vagina."

Believe me, I would know.

Stay Classy,
Ron Burgundy, KVWN-TV Channel 4 Evening News

We'll probably rerelease this in 3-D in a few years...














Dear Harry,

FML.

Love,
The Titanic

Dance, magic, dance!

























Dear Harry,

I find your offer to play Griphook in your latest film most intriguing, but I'm afraid I must decline.  While I believe Griphook to be a most admirable goblin, I feel playing a common, former bank employee would only serve to compromise the integrity of my exquisite performance as Jareth, the Goblin King.

I'm sure you understand.

Love,
David Bowie

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Let's see you get a reservation at Dorsia NOW...


















Dear Harry,

Do you like Huey Lewis and the News?

Love,
Patrick Bateman

P.S. Your friend Ron is a dickweed.  A tumbling, tumbling dickweed.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Nonchalance at its best...


















dear harry,

ironically, we still like you.

p.s. you'll probably wanna stock up on deep v's and leggings before am-ap goes under.
p.p.s. not that we care.

- hipsters.

At least he's honest...












Dear Harry,

I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy. Also, I stole George Harrison's wife, but I wrote a really kick-ass song about her.

Love,
Eric Clapton