Open Letters

Dear Planets,

You should all trade in your nickel cores.


Sincerely,

Craig T. Neasiles

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Dear Planet,

Hey. So the other day, when you drank like ten Earth beers and said you'd be OK to go home--I thought you were a truthful planet. Seems we're all a little bit silly, even gigantic planets.

Call me. I wanna break up.

Amanda S. Squires

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Hey Amanda,

I'm so sick of this! You just want me to be like you! I'm a Man-Planet, not a Planet-manda. My times are precious! I wanna break up with you! And I'm a World, Amanda. A freakin' World. You should be ashamed.

I still, in your kind of forever, will remain your,

Planet.

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Eff you and your telegrams.

-A

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This message from the Criag T. Neasiles Foundation:

I before E except after you properly fix the title roofing on my Spanish roofing title bungalow and make smoothies and touch my thanks.

Sincerly, Juna Takingstem

Thanks you to much high ness and heaven. Goodnights and the give much.
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Eku Beer review:
Muffled in a Friar's Blanket.

Budwiser:
Rocket of Red White Regret.

Colt 45:
A Complex Individual Always Stumbling.

Steel Reserve:
Space Beer somehow gone wrong.

Heineken:
Available at Your Local Walgreens.

Brooklyn Brewery:
Smal Wherehouse made for beering.

Samuel Adams:
The Nahthern Shores of plenty.
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No it doesn't.
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