The Open Letter Posts
An Open Letter To Taylor Swift
Dear Taylor Swift,
Let’s have a chat. You are one of the few young singers today who doesn’t make my ears explode when I hear one of your songs. You are a genuinely talented singer/songwriter/musician and on top of that, you seem like a really sweet girl. So why, why, why are you starting to hang around one of the biggest pieces of shit walking the earth right now?!
I just saw a picture of you and colossal dick worm, John Mayer, cozying up to one another the other night in Nashville. NOOOOOO! Taylor, do you not read any of his press?! He is a self-absorbed, narcissistic prick. He is TROUBLE with a capital Douche! He will take your good girl virginal ass and tear you up! By all accounts, he likes to come in through the back door and leave you with a golden shower…if you know what I mean.
SPRINT away from this dick worm as fast as you can and do not look back. Your mother should be throwing a chastity belt on your ass ASAP and taking you into the witness protection program for a while until he finds his next victim. I will be holding a candle light vigil in your honor tonight in the hopes you come out of all this still pure and unscathed.
Keep those legs crossed,
Brooke Amanda
An Open Letter To Kate Gosselin
Kate, Kate, Kate…who the hell talked you into getting this abomination? Your weave looks about as real as my Malibu Barbie’s tits. Why do you need a makeover, anyway? I say, “Embrace you inner bitch!” Buzz that shit off and go hardcore! Maybe juice things up with a few strategically placed piercings. Can we say “post divorce tat?”
Hey, it’s not your fault your ex-husband was a worthless loser. You were the backbone of that marriage! Without you, that fat ass has gone back to smoking, lost his job, had his apartment vandalized and surely caught a slew of STD’s by now.
Kate, you just keep your head up and shout from the rooftops, “I’m a bitch and proud of it!” A REAL man will be able to appreciate you and your former reverse-mullet.. Now do me a favor and get that thing cut out of your hair before it becomes a tangled rat’s nest…oh, too late.
Snip snip,
Brooke Amanda
Read “An Open Letter To Kate Gosselin’s Weave” Over At The Open Letters Blog! Yeah, I felt so passionate about this topic I wrote TWO letters about it.
An Open Letter To Charlie Sheen
Dear Charlie,
Hey man, how’s it going? I’m guessing not well based on the fact you got your ass arrested and thrown in jail on Christmas for allegedly holding a knife to your wife’s throat and threatening to kill her. Ouch. I understand that your baby momma was legally drunk at 8:30 in the morning (CLASSY) and probably had it coming, but still… this is getting embarrassing.
Charlie, I think you just need to stop getting married and stop procreating. Do you really need to be populating the planet with your crazy genes?! You already had THREE kids by two previous women and you really felt the need to have twins with this crazy bitch, who by the way has my same name? Don’t think for a second I’m not pissed that Brooke Mueller is desecrating the name Brooke for all of us!
Why don’t you just concentrate on your acting career, which right now consists solely of “Two And A Half Men,” and help that kid who plays your nephew slim down the chunk because he is getting FAAAAT. Maybe help your dad, Martin, do some political stuff or help your brother, Emilio, find ANY sort of an acting role since I don’t think I’ve seen him on film since “The Mighty Ducks.” I know you can do it , Charlie! I have faith in you!
Stay Away From Those Crazy Bitches,
Brooke Amanda
Dear Funky-Facts,
Dear Funky Facts,
Stop going around giving me and my blogging posse frownie faces on Humor-Blogs.com. Since you’re only 17 years old, I’ll be nice because MAYBE you don’t realize how this whole blogging thing works. First of all, if you want people to read your blog (and in case you didn’t know, 99% of people who read blogs are your fellow bloggers) you need to create a postive relationship with us. Which means, you DO NOT give frownie faces to blog posts that are actually very funny. If you don’t like them, just don’t do anything…it’s that simple. But don’t be a douche and give a frownie face because that actually deducts point from a post. This is your warning…trust me, you don’t want me to sic my blogging bitch Queenie on you. I’m pretty sure she makes grown men cry and would make you shit yourself. So…just stop what you’re doing and we’ll be cool, kepeesh?
Don’t Be A Dick,
Brooke Amanda
Dear Spring,
Dear Spring,
Where the hell are you?! Maybe you’ve graced other parts of the country with your presence, but not Illinois. It’s the end of April and I still have my electric blanket on my bed. How messed up is that? You teased all of us in March with a few nice days and even the beginning of the month was nice. I moved all my plants out to my balcony. Well, guess what? THEY’RE ALL FUCKING DEAD NOW!
I know what you’re up to, Spring. You did this to us last year, too. You got lazy, probably started drinking again and you forgot to do your job. One day it was winter and the next it was 90 degrees. Yeah, that’s right, we went straight into summer. I swear on all the is holy & pure that you better get your godamn act together and not pull this shit twice in a row. I want sunny, mid-70’s weather pronto. I am still WAY to pale to rock out shorts yet.
Don’t Make Me Hurt You,
Brooke Amanda
Dear Aunt Flo
Dear Aunt Flo,
Bitch, where the hell have you been the last two weeks?! I’m just going along, thinking everything is fine and dandy, expecting you any minute and then…nothing. I start to freak out, think maybe my “pull out and pray” method of birth control is perhaps not the most effective for a single girl to be using. You even made me go so far as to look up “early signs of pregnancy” on Web MD! Aunt Flo, you had me thinking about my future, picking out cribs online, thinking about how I would have to turn my guest room into a nursery. You made me have the “awkward talk” with the prospective baby daddy about a possible bun in the oven.
And, FINALLY, you show up all late and totally unapologetic. You also brought with you an uninvited guest, PMS. She’s a real bitch. She makes me want to cry and rip someone’s face off all at the same time. I swear to God, Aunt Flo, the next time you put me through something like this, we’re finished. I’m scheduling a hysterectomy and getting all my lady parts removed so you can’t fuck with me anymore. Either that, or I better be preggers cause if I’m going through all that stress, I’m getting a cute baby out of it. Oh, and you better stop by the store cause I’m all out of tampons.
Feeling crampy,
Brooke Amanda
Dear Miley
Put Your Fucking Shirt Down!
Dear Miley,
Why the fuck are you EVERYWHERE? How do I even know who you are? I thought I was done with your hillbilly family after your dad’s incredibly annoying “Achy Breaky Heart” finally faded away. But no, he had an ace in his pocket (or should I say his sperm) when you were born. I first remember hearing about you because my nephew had a crush on your ass a few years ago. That’s when you were better known as “Hannah Montana” and hadn’t yet blossomed into the full-blown whore you are now.
At first, I thought, “What a cute kid. She’s funny and she can sing, too.” Then, almost overnight, you turned into this big-lipped 16 year old slut who’s fucking a 20 year old. Hmm, do you still wear your purity ring? I’m thinking that’s a big “hell no” since the last pics I saw of you were not so pure. You had on a wet, white t-shirt with a bikini top underneath and you were helping your fuck buddy “wash” his car. I’m just curious, aren’t you a millionare? Couldn’t you PAY someone to wash the damn car? Or did you just want to get some wet t-shirt pics into all the tabloids?
I also think you’re a spoiled brat. You had the audacity to invade the most sacred of all award ceremonies, The Golden Globes. While Ryan Seacrest was interviewing you on the red carpet, you bitched about having to drive your mom’s hand-me-down Porsche. Oh, you poor thing! A USED Porsche! How ever will you live down the humiliation of coking it up with all the other Mickey Mouse Channel child stars in your piece of shit Porsche? I’m so embarrassed for you. I wonder what other atrocities you have to put up with on a daily basis.
I can’t wait until five years from now when you will either be a complete washed up has been ala your daddy or just another strung out drug addicted child star ala Lindsey Lohan. You better get knocked up soon so you too can have a dynamic kid just like yourself and ride their coat tails when you’re forty… and the tale of the Cyrus family saga continues.
P.S.- I hope you and your loser best friend read this and then make fun of it on your super cool YouTube broadcasts. They are not dumb, lame, or mindnumbing to watch whatsoever.
Hope this makes you cry,
Brooke Amanda
An Open-Letter To Dunkin’ Donuts
Dear Dunkin’ Donuts,
First off, let me congratulate you on making a coffee that is so highly addictive, I would be scared to drink it while pregnant for fear my children will be low birth weight and go through withdrawls. But the real reason I’m writing this letter is to nominate your employee, Gene, for “Employee of The Month.” Gene works the drive-thru window at my local Dunkin’ Donuts and can recognize my voice instantly. That means either he has a really good ear, or I go to your establishment way too fucking much.
Our exchange every morning goes something like this:
Gene: “Welcome to Dunkin’ Donuts. May I take your order?”
Me: “Yes, I’d like a large coffee with cream and sugar, please.”
Gene: “And a ham, egg, and cheese on an English muffin?”
Me: “Yes, please.” I don’t have the heart to special order it because I haven’t eaten pork since I was 14. I just don’t want to ruin our banter. I throw the ham away when I get to work. Plus, I kind of like the hammy flavor it leaves.
Gene: “Okay Brooke. See you at the window.”
It’s like he knows my soul! What a phenomenal guy! On a side note, I have no idea what ethnicity Gene is. Maybe Filipino? He has a definite accent and an interesting look that I just can’t place. And I highly doubt Gene is his real name. I’m sure he had to Americanize it for “the man” and I think that shows a great team spirit as well. He could be the manager someday! Gene is a definite keeper and I would promote him through the Dunkin’ Donuts ranks as quickly as possible. Maybe he could even star in your next commercial. Just a thought.
Keep making your crack coffee,
Brooke Amanda
An Open Letter To Girl Scout Cookies
Official Girl Scout Cookies Website
Dear Girl Scout Cookies,
Why are you so goddamn delicious? I think you are made with equal parts crack, puppies, and baby smell because all those things are awesome AND highly addictive. And I hate you for that. Just a handful of your scrumptiousness has more calories than a Thanksgiving meal with all the trimmings. How is that even possible? I know that every spring, you send out your little army of green sashed bitches to tug at my heart-strings and make me buy more boxes than a single girl could ever need. Oh, just freeze us and save us for later you say. NO! I want to eat you box by box in some Romanesque orgy fashion. I want to gorge on you until I am sick and ready to puke. Having a box in my house that hasn’t been eaten yet is like a sex addict having a porn in the DVD player and trying not to watch it. IT CAN’T BE DONE!
I also have a bone to pick with you reguarding your recent name changes. Why are Samoa’s now called Carmel De-Lites and Tag-A-Longs now called Peanut Butter Patties? I liked the old names. And what happened to the original Girl Scout Shortbread Cookie that was shaped like a Girl Scout’s head? Did some Debbie Downer decide it was too morbid to eat a Girl Scout’s head? I never liked them anyway, but it’s still the principle of the matter. I like tradition. You show a box of them on your website, but they were nowhere to be found on the order form I filled out. Maybe you should look into that and consider bringing all the old stuff back. Don’t worry, you could call your cookies “Nut Sack Sweat” and I would still eat them. I love you. I’ll be seeing you next spring.
A former Brownie,
Brooke Amanda
