Dear Poor Lucky Me,
This summer has been the suckiest I have ever lived through. As summers go, it’s an abomination. It’s an outrage. It is cold and raining as I type this, and I just don’t know how much more I can tolerate.
Is this Global Warming or Climate Change or El Nino or what? Can I keep complaining about it until next summer?
Best Wishes,
Cold, Wet, And Sick of It All
Dear C.W.A.S.O.I.A,
This summer has been brought to you by Axe Body Spray. All that funk funneled into the atmosphere and is raining back down upon the earth. Don’t worry, next summer will be much better.
You can complain, but instead you should join one of the many organizations devoting their time and energy to abolishing the use of body sprays of any kind. Freedom of speech and religion is one thing, but we can’t take Axe Body Spray laying down.
Sincerely,
Poor Lucky Me
