TM Prompt: Letters Redux
Write a letter to anyone about anything. Say what you have always wanted to say but have been afraid to.
Dear J. Edgar Hoover (or whoever is in charge of the FBI these days),
Okay. Here's the deal, pal. Lay off the alien crap. We're here, we're there, we're everywhere. Deal, dude.
And while we're on the subject, why don't you quit sending all those MIBs after us? That shit really gets annoying, I gotta tell ya. I mean, it was kinda cool when it was the blonde with the career day fetish? But it got old pretty much right after that. Also? Killing your own agents? Tacky, man, tacky. You totally need to read Miss Manners or something.
As long as I've got your attention, could you clear up a few things for me? I have a list.
Where are they now?
Elvis
Jimmy Hoffa
The Lindbergh Baby
Amelia Earhart
Greg Evigan
... Crap. I had more. I'll forward you the full list when I find where I wrote it down. And dude? Don't even think about blaming it on aliens. I know the truth about that shit, you know. Go back and read the first paragraph.
Anyway. Mostly I just wanted to say ease up on that alien-hunting crap. I just want to hang out, drink a few beers, eat a couple of pizzas and get laid once in a while. I'm not here to take over the world or any of that conspiracy type stuff. I'm really not that ambitious.
Sincerely,
Michael S. Guerin
Formerly of Roswell, New Mexico
PS. I heard all about that cross-dressing thing you've got going on. A little black dress goes with anything, and no white after Labor Day. That's all you gotta know.
Peace out.
Dear J. Edgar Hoover (or whoever is in charge of the FBI these days),
Okay. Here's the deal, pal. Lay off the alien crap. We're here, we're there, we're everywhere. Deal, dude.
And while we're on the subject, why don't you quit sending all those MIBs after us? That shit really gets annoying, I gotta tell ya. I mean, it was kinda cool when it was the blonde with the career day fetish? But it got old pretty much right after that. Also? Killing your own agents? Tacky, man, tacky. You totally need to read Miss Manners or something.
As long as I've got your attention, could you clear up a few things for me? I have a list.
Where are they now?
Elvis
Jimmy Hoffa
The Lindbergh Baby
Amelia Earhart
Greg Evigan
... Crap. I had more. I'll forward you the full list when I find where I wrote it down. And dude? Don't even think about blaming it on aliens. I know the truth about that shit, you know. Go back and read the first paragraph.
Anyway. Mostly I just wanted to say ease up on that alien-hunting crap. I just want to hang out, drink a few beers, eat a couple of pizzas and get laid once in a while. I'm not here to take over the world or any of that conspiracy type stuff. I'm really not that ambitious.
Sincerely,
Michael S. Guerin
Formerly of Roswell, New Mexico
PS. I heard all about that cross-dressing thing you've got going on. A little black dress goes with anything, and no white after Labor Day. That's all you gotta know.
Peace out.