Letter Threat General - /LTG/

Letter Threat General - /LTG/

Everyone hates you (and it's justified) edition.

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Dear faggots,
One thing cool about you getting defunded would be watching you try to make friends in this fishbowl of shit you've built like the rest of us a forced to do.
Maybe I'd finally have someone to talk to! (Just kidding; you would immediately turn to organized crime to get your fix.)

(It would be a seamless transition, after all.)

Oh whoops, it's supposed to be letter THREAD not THREAT.
Honestly not trying to make anyone feel threatened, certainly not in this day and age (you know, the one where they basically deserve it).

If I keep reading, will you all just seem like retarded monkeys to me by the time I'm 50? Will you actually become trogs in my eyes? Is that how it happens?

To whom it may concern.
You made a big mistake getting lesbian-married. Watch, in 5 years she's gonna look like an elderly obese Moe Howard and you will look like an ugly Sam Elliot, but without the charming mustache or the voice. In fact, I'd be amazed if you survive at all with how much hormone fuckery you did to yourself.
You sealed your fate and I'm sorry it came to that.
I would've done anything in the world just for you to not do that. You didn't hint at it, so hey, I didn't know. This goes beyond money, this is a human decency issue and you fucking fell.

She is going to rip you in half physically, and win in the divorce since you've alleged to be a man. You're fucked. You will also be homeless as soon as you lose, and since you have nothing, are a little asshole, and throw shade at anyone to be a transphobe or a "conservative", you will die very quickly. You're built like an angry silly straw, kid.

Sad thing was I loved you from the bottom of my heart and thought you were smart enough not to let yourself do this. You knew the divorce rates, you knew the abuse rates, and yet you still fucking dove in like a fat kid to a taco bell. I've been sick since the first minute I saw you in that little dress looking like an even gayer, white version of Prince.

You emit a great sense of unbelonging. You're a misfit.

Dear Secret Agent Man,

Your little fuckers are beyond retarded. In my nearly 34 years of life; I've been: searched twice or thrice by security personnel (middle and high school years c. 1999 to 2006), frisked once by law enforcement (by the Los Angeles School Police Department c. 2005 or 2006), banished from an entire city somewhere in Southern California (possibly by the Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department c. 2011/2012), frisked once by the LASD (in 2015), frisked once by the Los Angeles Police Department (also in 2015), frisked two or three times by the Santa Monica Police Department (once or twice in 2017), had myself voluntarily committed in 2019, have had the LAPD called to this apartment five times (four of those times were specifically over me), had myself involuntarily committed by LAPD and forcefully medicated this year... but after all that; I still have nothing against security and law enforcement personnel. My problem here is with the little fuckers who continue to claim to represent law enforcement. They also claim that I'd made too many demands from law enforcement in the past. I'd made no such demands. And now the little fuckers are pretending to be apologetic while simultaneously smiling at me and confirming the worst outcomes! It's already been over 1,000 days since they first arrived and they're still going at it!

Well, gee; I wonder why that is? And why they 've repeatedly changed their motives and objectives since then?

And now they're going at it even after having me turn off the TV. They simply smile and resume with their bullshit when I express interest in Wikipedia again.

Damn. A quick namedrop of McKenna turned me on for the first time in weeks or possibly even months. But then they switch back to one of the new Ns when I pointed out that they were using animations that portrayed McKenna too neotenously.

D,

still love you and cherish you.

yours forever,
A

I would still totally do McKenna's mouth, by the way. CFNM style. Or, rather, CFCM style. On her couch. Doggy style, too. Her mouth only, though.

Little fuckers are still shushing me!

Cheater cheater pumpkin heater

I like re 6

B

it hurts me that you always have excuses not to spend time with me.

I wanna' build a secret underground volcano so badly right now. Complete with artificially-produced molten rock. And have like a snow-capped mountain the size of Space Mountain from Disneyland next to it. Have it sprayed with artificial snow.

For no reason in particular.

C,

I just wanted to pour my heart out and you might be the only one I could see myself saying this to. I feel broken. I feel like I was replaced. I saw you hanging out with all of my friends and your friends. I wasn't even invited and it kinda seems like nobody wants to be around me anymore. I feel hopeless and like I have nobody to turn to left. It seems like everybody would rather be around you than deal with old awkward kinda weird me. It feels like we broke up and everybody chose you, even my best friends. It feels like my life is falling apart. And it seems like you're happier than ever before.

Too bad the only people I have the balls to say this to are some assholes on an Inuit sled crafting forum.

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Dear local market cashier's little sister

I do not appreciate your irregular showing ups, especially after having spent 30 minutes or so writing that goodbye poem
I would appreciate it if you just left, or got a full
time job at the local market

partially with love, customer#992

Maybe I should set off a 50 megaton nuke underground. Then send in some rovers and drones to scan the cavern before sending in men with HAZMAT suits and hoses. Seal off all radioactive waste beneath the cave and possibly use it as geothermal energy or someshit.

The seismic shit probably won't be as bad as some recent volcanic eruptions.

Why do the little fuckers ask, "are you sure?" only to respond to me with, "who gives a fuck?"

Is it so hard to be true to your words? Can you explain what I did to deserve this?

You know exactly what you did but I'm willing to forgive you. Let's start fresh.

You just replied to someone, retard.

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They got questions and I got answers. What can I say, I'm a funny guy.

I don't. You need to use your words, if you can do that I can know what it is and apologize.

If you really don't know then I don't think there's any way we can get over this.