Dear Man Upstairs,
I hate snow.
I don’t care what everybody else says, I still don’t hate you.
I’m still torn. Should I hate you or not? And if I should hate you, should I hate you more or less than LeBron?
Dear Mr. Peery,
Southern Timpview doesn’t deserve you. But since you’re there, hopefully you can talk some sense into ‘em.
Serves you right.
With Deron gone, will you please come back.
You’re a really good player, but I don’t think Jackson would mind if you passed to him a little more often.
New city ordinance: unless you’re having a family reunion, could you please keep the number of cars outside your house less than 10.
Dear Brother Joseph,
Dear Mr. Menken,
Please don’t ever stop writing music.
Dear the Mrs.
I love you a whole lot.
I miss you a whole lot.