Dear Mr. Hubbard, Last night you drove me home from Radford on I-81 never going over 40 mph. While I sat in the front seat having a panic attack. You were cool, calm & collected. I will never bash your driving skills again. Color me impressed.
Dear Ike, you were a trooper yesterday. Thanks for having a stronger bladder than any human ever could. But if you could stop chewing on your foot, that'd be great. It freaks me out a little.
Dear Roanoke city, I had been convinced that you had no good food to offer me. It wasn't until recently that I realized you have a lot of delicious restaurants but that they are simply out of my price range. I suppose I was spoiled living in a college town because all food had to be cheap because otherwise restaurants would have gone out of business. If you could send me in the direction of decent pizza, I'd be satisfied for a while.
Dear Snow,
After last night, I think we need a break. It's not you it's me. I've become an adult and had to actually be out in the snow for once and I think it's time for you to go. I may call you for a late night booty call in a few weeks when I need to catch up on lesson plans but until then, kindly go home.
Dear Harry,
I sure hope we catch that prisoner today. We should really make the most of this snow day and finish him off.
Dear POTUS,
I didn't get to watch the SOTU last night because I was fearing for my life, but I'll catch up today. Are you on youtube?
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