Please play another song, any song. The song you always play---loudly and at all hours---will soon drive me to kill you.
P.S. I didn't mean that song.
Dear Jogger,
Black on black is not a good look for you when you're illegally running in the middle of the parkway before sunrise. Forgive my offensive break-squealing.
Dear Appallingly Large Spider Dangling at Eye Level in Front of My Door,
Remember the rule, arachnid: in the house is under the shoe!
Dear Downstairs Neighbors,
I'm warning you: I know where I can download Barney and Friends songs, and I'm not afraid to play them.
Context, flocked, QWP
