|this is my little brother. he is the funniest, most annoying, nicest, meanest person I know. ahh, brothers.|
dear brother: please stop referring to women as "bitches". because if you don't, you won't find any "hot bitches" who are willing to talk to you when we go to that tattoo convention tonight. just sayin'. dear niagara falls: so you're having a tattoo convention? heck yes. i cannot wait to meet you there. dear oppressive heat wave: ok, so i know the work thermostats are all set to 72 degrees...but you still manage to make it feel like it's at least 85 in here. and don't get me started on the ability to bake cookies in my car...should i so desire. enough, please. dear headache: please go away and don't turn into a migraine. i have a busy night ahead of me! dear yawning: seriously? stop. dear caffiene: baby, i'm comin' for you! dear fiance: i'm sorry about our fight this morning. and i'm sorry you have to work and can't come with us tonight. i love you, buttercup.
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