The First Ever Mailbag!

Frogs For Lunch is coming up on it's third anniversary.  I'm at well over 300 posts now, and I never imagined I'd have the subject matter bouncing around in my head to do that many.

Most of the time, my posts don't lend themselves well to inviting comments, and as result, I don't get very many.  But surprisingly, I get a lot of letters to my e-mail address.  Some of the letters are encouraging, and some are not so much.  But I make sure that I answer them in the spirit that they are given.

However, some of the letters are pretty baffling ... so much so that they defy my ability to come up with a response.  Over the years, I've saved them in a file and in the last several weeks, I've sorted through them and have printed a few below to share. Because that's what I do ...

Dear Rob:
  Jesus, that little bastard smells.  No wonder they call him Pooh Bear.

Christopher Robin

Pooh Corner

Dear Sir:

  Sorry, I never thought of Howie Mandel.  I take the whole thing back.

Charles Darwin

H.M.S. Beagle

Rob:

  Do you want to know why  you're not getting rid of us?  Get with the times, people.  Roach Motels are out.  The hot thing these days is Roach Bed and Breakfasts.

The Cockroaches

In your kitchen

Sirs:

  They snored.

Lizzie Borden

Fall River, Massachusetts

Dear Robert:

  I ripped the tag off a mattress once.  Now I'm in prison.  Sure, I may have done other stuff too, but don't try to tell me there's no connection.

Charles Manson

Locked up forever

Dearest Sir:

  The door is not a door.  The door is ajar.  The door is not a door.  The door is ajar.  Get it?  Get it?

Annoying Electronic Voice

In your new car

Dear Rob at FFL:

  If Kitty were raped and killed, I'd ... I'd tear the guy apart limb from limb!  That's what I should have said.  No.  I'd kick some ass!  That's it.  That's what I'd do.  Wait.  I'd string him up by the balls!  Yeah!  No, wait.  I'd ...

Michael Dukakis

Still reassessing his 

1988 campaign strategy

Sir:

  You probably think I'm a pain in the ass, but hear me out:  Boxes of cereal, jars of peanut butter, etc., should change their little message from "Use before September 2011" to the more informative "Will be pretty fucking disgusting by September 2011". So what do you think?  Are you with me?

Ralph Nader

Meaning well

Dear Mr. Frogs For Lunch:

  Have you ever seen the film Alien?  Did you ever wonder how the creature got inside the humans to begin with?  I mean, if it got to burst out of somebody's chest, it must have found a pretty sneaky way to get in there ... right?

A Long, Red Tube of Surimi

Lying in your seafood salad

Sirs:

  Ms. Pac-Man?  She's not much to look at, but any girl that pulls herself around by her lips can't be all bad.

Donkey Kong

Nintendo, Japan

Robbie, Baby, Sweetheart:

  How come nobody returns my calls anymore?

Joe Piscopo

Palookaville, New Jersey

Dear Sir and/or Madam:

  After all these years, the truth must be known.  I am Dorothy's surrogate mother.

Auntie Em

Somewhere in Kansas

Mr. R:

  I'm here.  You can't see me, but I'm here.

A Booger

The egg salad bowl in

the Sizzler salad bar

Sir:

  Go ahead.  Try to escape me.  You can't!  I'm everywhere!  You puny creatures and your pathetic attempts to pull away make me laugh ... laugh I tell you!  Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha-haah!

The Force of Gravity

Underneath your floors

Dear Sire:

  Bubble, bubble,

  Toilet trouble.

Loo Shakespeare

Stratford-upon-Avon Plumbing

Dear Mr. Rob:

  Haven't you always had the sneaking suspicion that I'm an obnoxious shithole bitch who never misses a chance to humiliate those who work for me?

Oprah Winfrey

Harpoland

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