Jersey Mike

Dear Veronica,

I know I give you a hard time about the music you like, the things you and your teenage friends do, the boys you like, the clothes you wear, the decor of your bedroom, your choice in cars, your abuse of the word “like”, your inability to understand that when a word you type has a red squiggly line under it that it’s spelled incorrectly and by simply right-clicking on it the computer will offer you suggestions on what the correct spelling of the word is, your job at Panera and going to summer skewl.

But I hope that you know that I only do those things because you have bad taste in music, the things you do with your friends are lame, your bedroom decor is cheesey, you say “like”, like, waaaay too much and that you (and everyone else born after the year nineteen eighty nine) cannot grasp the concept of proper grammar…but mostly, little sis, it’s because I love you.

Happy seventeenth birthday.

You are my most ferocious critic on this site and I do enjoy when you leave your misspelled and grammatically incorrect comments here.

Good luck on your drivers test to my favorite Jersey Girl.

Hugs and kisses,

Michael-

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ROTFLMAOWTFLOLGMABOMG!!