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Whitney Houston
that looks deep
You really do need to think about how things are likely to pan out.
Yours etc
As much as I love The Zep Id rather you didn't give me your love. You're a great guy and all but I'll pass
Ta dood
TheBlueWolf
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Much as I'm a fan of yours, I regret to advise that I'm not willing to hit you with my rhythm stick.
Naturally I'm flattered that you should ask and just hope that a more accommodating fan will come along soon - assuming of course that they haven't already been arrested for impropriety on Top of the Pops.
Kind regards,
Mr A Blackburn.
Got your card - cheers! Couldn't really read your writing but I think you spelled "happy" wrong lol!. Anyway, it's the thought that counts. Ta ra for now.
The Birthday Boy
We regret tim inform you that your recent application for a £100 loan has been refused.We would advise you to have a word with your fat missus if you're that desperate.
Paul Littlefinger.
Wonga.
I must admit I still find barre chords a bit tricky.
Yours,
Guitar George
I wondered what I should get you as a little token to celebrate your release. In the end I settled for this yew tree.
Yours etc
You utter bastard.
Despite your many promises, repeated yearly, and in some perceived earnest, you have packed your bags, given up on me, and fucked off.
As if this was not bad enough, I have, on many occasions, clicked unknowingly on internet links only to be diverted to a video of you crooning your promises of fidelity, and being thus reminded time and time again of your inability to keep your promise.
I presume this is your idea of a sick joke.
So another year passes where we are not together, forever. If you decide to return I would just like to clarify that I will not be holding you in my arms, even if I do need somebody. It will not be you.
Even if your arms do keep missing me, it would take a strong strong man indeed to stop me from punching you in the face and telling you to sling your hook.
I have given up on love.
Yours,
The Music Industry.
I would like to hereby voice my deep and ongoing concern that you have neither responded to, nor even acknowledged, in truth, my weekly correspondence since 1988 regarding your desire for my love.
I would like to reassure you that my love is certainly still available to you at your convenience, and that - as mentioned before - I would be more than willing to financially compensate you for your time and effort, despite your commitment to the contrary.
I implore you to respond before 2027, by which time I do rather suspect that my love will have stopped functioning funkily.
Yours in anticipation,
Bodhi
Dear 'Bee Gees',
For clarification, and after taking advice from my Wife, I can confirm that the depth of my love is 8 inches.
Regards
etc etc
You have the binoculars the wrong way round.
Regards,
David
Yes, yes you are, aren't you.
Thank fuck there aren't more of you.
The world.
It would appear that To Love Somebody is to blur the lines between imperial and metric.
yrs etc
I've also learnt the pentatonic scale in two positions.
Yours,
Guitar George