Letters to The General Public in a shopping village
Dear Pervy Old Man,
You've got no chance. Pay attention to who seems to be your long suffering wife instead.
...A kick in the nuts,
Emmy xxx
Dear Supermodel-wannabe-who just-glided-past,
I get that you think you're the dogs bollocks, which is why you're wearing a crop top and hotpants in April, but your infected bellybutton ring really isn't sexy.
love, Emmy.
PS. You have eyeliner on your chin.
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And the award for Creepiest Guy at a Shopping Village goes to: the Hannibal Lecter doppelganger who stood outside the shop with a sinister grin on his face for about 10 minutes *shudders*
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