Dear Kelly,
I am sort of mad at you. Last week, at your party, you made me look like an idiot. First of all, I was hanging out, and taller than that dude you took a photo of me with. You told him to stand on a chair, so that he appeared to be taller than me. Secondly, I was having a rocking hair day. My part was concise and my hair was shiny. You told me I needed to put on a hat.
Thirdly, I showed that short dude a finger pose, so he could look cool in the picture. We were doing it in unison, in tandem man. I had accepted the whole chair thing, and the hat thing.. fine, some guys need a little help when standing by the Dick Man--- so I was fine with it, all of it. But, then, right when you were about to take the picture, you just had to yell out- "Dickey, How old are you? " Just to confuse me. You knew I would feel compelled to answer. Click, you took the picture. Hat, chair, click - F. I am not very happy with you. I just wanted you to know that.
Sincerely,
Dickey
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