Thursday, February 24, 2011

Letter 2

Dear Assassin

I'd like to hire you to kill the person who is aggravating the weather gods so badly. You may torture him first if you'd like.

I'll pay you in snow. Just name your wanted quantity and it's yours. You can live in my region until you've used it all up. Heck, you can live in my garden. I'll even feed you, if that is what it takes.

Happy killing

Yours sincerely


  1. As soon as I find the guy, he's gone.

    Please ship the snow to a list of political action committees, whose addresses will be forwarded soon. Currently, they are covered in warm shit, but frozen shit will be far easier remove.