The Rhetorical Letter Writer: Dear Beach Boys,

Monday, March 31, 2008

Wouldn't the Miss America Pageant be kind of predictable if your wish came true?

Sincerely,

The Rhetorical Letter Writer

The Sweet Beegirl said...: The Beach Boys and I have had a years-long fued. They wanted to be the spokespeople for my highly successful tuna melt business. But they are nowhere NEAR as talented as my delivery driver/mascot, Melty. He comes to your door and, while doing the 'raise the roof' thing with his hands, sings "Talkin' bout muh fukn tuna melts toona melts what what! Tuna melts toona melts what what!" Over and over for ten minutes then you can finally have your melts. How do ya like them apples, you toonna dummies?!?!; 10:54 AM
Anonymous said...: will you shut up about the stupid tuna melts already! you are so annoying its maddening. how old are you? 2? shut up!; 5:01 AM
The Sweet Beegirl said...: Obviously, you are yet another jealous person! What will it take for your toona-illiterate ass to understand: Go make your own billion-dollar empire, like mine, and stop being jealous of me! Talkin' bout muh fukn toona melts tuna melts what what! Toona Melts tuna melts what what!; 9:56 AM
Manager Mom said...: what an excellend bouffant hairdo in that video...; 5:06 AM
Anonymous said...: You realize that half the people in that video are dead and have been for longer then your tuna melt lips have been flapping.; 10:36 AM
taawd said...: dear rhetorical letter writer,

when are you posting again.

i need a laugh!; 5:42 AM