Dear New York Jets,
I have a cheeseman. He’s made out of reconstituted cheeseheads. He was meant to be taken to a Packers game, but because he looks a bit like Brett Favre, I’m afraid the fans would tear Cheeseman to pieces.
Would Cheeseman be welcome at a Jets game? I could spray paint him green? Because he looks a bit like Brett Favre, maybe the fans wouldn’t notice the swiss cheese-like holes. They might think I made Cheeseman especially for them.
I mean to buy a ticket for Cheeseman, so do not worry that I would try and squeeze both him and myself into one seat. However, can you guarantee Cheeseman’s safety? I am very proud of Cheeseman and do not want him “messed up.”
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Dear Facebook and Myspace,
I’ve noticed that you have an issue with letting go. See, I don’t want to talk to you anymore. I’m sick of you. You annoy me. We were friends for three minutes, dated for thirty seconds, and then I realized you were an idiot. Actually, I was an idiot. What kind of person dates you? Anyway, that’s not the point. The point is that I’m sick of knowing you. Get in my past. Become of memory. Stop poking me. And take me off your friends list!
This online social networking is killing me. I know we haven’t talked in a while. There’s a reason for that. And no, we can’t still be friends.
Quit saying, “hi, whats up?” to me every three weeks. I didn’t answer the last time, I’m not answering this time.
What is it about the internet that makes you think you need to keep in touch with every person you’ve ever met, heard about from a friend, or sat behind at the theater. These aren’t relationships. Without this networking thing, you’d probably forget about 90% of your “friends” by week’s end. Guess what? They’re not really your friends then. And neither am I. We haven’t even seen each other face-to-face in over a year. Let it go.

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