Dear Mr. Graves',
Just when I thought I had you under control, you raised that ugly head of yours and started making my life miserable again. I realize you have nothing better to do with your time. It would be nice if you got a real job and left me alone. You could be a "Grave Digger" and dig a grave and then jump in it. I know that is to much to ask of you. You and your family have been a bunch of deadbeats. All the way from your siblings Hyper and Hypo to your parents. Your father TED is always up to no good, the way he makes a person's eye's itch. He is just so irritating. He always makes my whole face swell up and because of him I had numerous eye surgery. I was never "Cock Eyed" till I met him. Well, at least lately he has not been around my house. Just tell him to keep his sorry A-- away from me, thank you very much. I have enough to do just putting up with your sorry A--.
Now your Mother, and I don't say tht with any respect what so ever. is the worse of your bunch. I have never met such a sorry excuse . Not even you can hold a candle to her bad manners. "Cancer Thyroid" is the perfect name for her. They sure named the old hag right. She is the meanest and sorriest of the lot of you. She should be the first one you bury, if you become a "grave Digger". Actually I think your mother is the "Original" grave digger. Well if you take after her, throw her butt in and jump in after her. Don't worry about covering up the grave. I have friends that will gladly help me shovel the dirt over both of you. So, till the next time you piss me off, keep a low profile. i am not putting up with your crap any more with out a fight.
THE Mrs. Graves'