Letters Of Complaint.

Dear fussy eaters,

Me being a hardcore believer in personal freedom, I will support anyone's right to eat or drink what they want.
However, when you look at a dish you have never tried before and by default already describe it as disgusting because you don't know what it may taste like, you really fucking annoy me.


Yours riskily,

Skwee - I'll eat anything at least once- ky
 
Dear Ikea,

I absolutely love your 95p breakfasts, your free refills when I go for a meal in your cafeteria and your cheap, yet stylish looking furniture.
However, it absolutely baffles me as to why you would design a lampshade that doesn't fit a single cord except for the one you specifically designed for it.
Not that I doubt the durability of your products, but I may want to change the lampshade in my nursery at some point in the future.
You have now lured me into your shop twice because you didn't think it necessary to prewarn me on the package that I would need a special cord for this specific lampshade.

Skwee - had to drive 25 minutes to Ikea and back to finally get the nursery finished - ky
 
Dear pelvis,

I would very much appreciate it if you would reallign yourself again.

Painfully yours,

Skwee - leg lock hurts - ky
 
Dear Ryanair,

when I checked in the pram given to be by my family I wrapped it in plastic so it would not get damaged in transit. I did not appreciate the fact that on leaving the aeroplane I could see the carry cot sitting on the filthy kerosine drenched tarmac minus plastic cover. Cunts

Yours,

Skwee - fuck you insensitive pricks - ky
 
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