Dear God,
I wanted to have a bit of a chat with you about the weather. Basically, I think you need to pull your socks up and you've let standards slip.
This is meant to be Summer and all we get is grey misery. Remember seasons? They were your idea after all, what happened to them? All we get these days is varying temperatures of rain.
So I humbly beseech you to sort it out and give us our Summer. Because of your dithering, you haven't got long so pull your finger out and get it sorted.
Yours,
Most of Belgium
This is meant to be Summer and all we get is grey misery. Remember seasons? They were your idea after all, what happened to them? All we get these days is varying temperatures of rain.
So I humbly beseech you to sort it out and give us our Summer. Because of your dithering, you haven't got long so pull your finger out and get it sorted.
Yours,
Most of Belgium
4 comments:
Moist of Belgium, you said? I join you in prayer. This grey misery is so depressing, I just hate it.
Dear Secret
Build an ark, you twat.
Love,
God.
i think god heard you ....
Tippler, here goes...
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