Dear Alcohol;

The New Yorker

Is a way of life
First and foremost, let me tell you that I'm a huge fan of yours.

As my friend, you always seem to be there when needed. The perfect post-work cocktail, a beer at the game, and you're even around at the holidays (hidden inside chocolates as you warm us when we're stuck in the midst of endless family gatherings).

However, lately I've been wondering about your intentions.

While I want to believe that you have my best interests at heart, I feel that your influence has led to some unwise consequences:

1. Phone Calls and text messages: While I agree with you that communication is important, I question the suggestion that any conversation after 2 a.m. can have much substance or necessity. Why would you make me call my ex's? Especially when I know, for a fact, they DO NOT want to hear from me during the day, let alone all hours of the night.

2. Eating: Now, you know I love a good meal. But, why do you suggest that I eat a taco with chili sauce along with a big Italian meatball and some stale chips (washed down with wine & topped off with a Kit Kat AFTER a few cheese curls & chili cheese fries)? I'm an eclectic eater but, I think you went too far this time.


Clumsiness: Unless you're subtly trying to tell me that I need
to do more yoga to improve my balance, I see NO need to hammer this issue home by causing me to fall down. It's completely unnecessary, and the black & blue marks that appear on my body mysteriously the next day are beyond me. Similarly, it should never take me more than 45 seconds to get the front door key into the lock.


Furthermore: The hangovers have GOT to stop! This is getting
ridiculous. I know a little penance for our previous evening's debauchery may be in order. But, the 3 p.m. hangover immobility is completely unacceptable. My entire day is shot. I ask that if the proper precautions are taken (water, vitamin B, bread products, aspirin) prior to going to sleep/passing out (face down on the kitchen floor with a bag of popcorn or whatever). The hangover should be minimal and in no way interfere with my daily activities.

Alcohol, I have enjoyed our friendship for some years now and would like to ensure that we remain on good terms. You've been the invoker of great stories, the provocation for much laughter, and the needed companion when I just don't know what to do with the extra money in my pockets.

In order to continue this friendship, I ask that you carefully review my grievances above and address them immediately. I will look for an answer no later than Friday 3 p.m. (pre happy hour) on your possible solutions. And hopefully we can continue this fruitful partnership.

Thank you,

Your Biggest Fan

P.S. Please take a moment or two and note the following items below that I think may be of some interest to you.


British Constitution
Passive-Aggressive Disorder

Thanks, but I don't want to have sex.

Nope, no more beer for me.

Sorry, but you're not really my type.

Good evening, officer.

Isn't it lovely out tonight?
Oh, I couldn't.

No one wants to hear me sing

**IF YOU SEND THIS TO ANYONE YOU ARE SURE TO RECEIVE A FREE BEER AT YOUR NEXT OUTING** (Church not included...well...guess it depends on the Church really:cheers:


In God We Trust
I can't believe nobody else found the humor here.... It wasn't a dear John letter. Where has life's humor gone? Everybody needs to lighten up a bit...

people are too full of hate and revenge to stop and laugh anymore. it would be a much better world if people would just lighten up and laugh at the stupidity in the world today.

The New Yorker

Is a way of life
people are too full of hate and revenge to stop and laugh anymore. it would be a much better world if people would just lighten up and laugh at the stupidity in the world today.
You can say that again. Lets protest against all the mean, tight ass mofo's out there. MEAN PEOPLE SUCK!

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