Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Letters For My Coaches 4


Laura is super awesome and she came back to school to get her undergrad and her masters when she was, like, 40. She likes guns, motorcycles, and being amazing. 

Laura,

Your ability to be the team mom is comparable to MTV’s teen moms.

Your beauty defies your age like an ill mannered step child.

Your bad-assness is more hardcore than Obama with a pinky ring and a neck tattoo.

Your fixation with guns is similar to Gabby Giffords. She just can’t stop talking about them.

Your magic purse of goodies is only slightly more awesome than your other magic purse of goodies.

Your return to and excellence in academia is more remarkable than an uninfected Prince Albert.

Your capacity to love is only outmatched by a hoarder’s capacity to love flattened cats and “treasures.”

Your husband is more supportive than the Pope for all his priests with a “younger” taste.

You’re loved. Like teenagers love texting and driving so much, they will drive to the death for those messages. Like Timothy McVeigh loved the FBI so much, he set fireworks off in their honor. Like BP loved the Gulf so much that it penetrated that Gulf and then lubed it up. You’re loved. And your love will continue to stretch like the marks on an underprivileged obese child with a “thyroid problem.


Hearts,


Brad


What can we learn from these letters? That I'm a sick person for creating such similes? Nope. More like... fuck it. I couldn't even type that out. I'm seriously messed up.

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