Monday, September 01, 2008

Dear Mr. P Diddy- Puffy-Puff Daddy-Sean Combs

or whatever the hell your name is this week...

My heart bleeds for you. While I must pay high gas prices, I too must pay high medical bills for my child, on top of high insurance premiums. I have high grocery bills and a mortgage. I can't afford to fly my family anywhere now that airline tickets are so pricey and the chance of getting all your luggage is slim. Thank God for Target and Wal-mart so we have clothes to wear and shoes on our feet.

But you Mr Puff Daddy, have some serious concerns. How dare the big oil companies make you fly first class... the outrage. Ole Dubba is getting a strong letter from tonight. I cannot, I will NOT live in a country where a rapper must fly economy.

What is this world coming too? Oh the humanity...............

Maybe Jerry Lewis will have a telethon for you my friend.... Free P Diddy from the humiliating TSA body cavity searches. Free him from the $6 bag of peanuts and $10 hard as rocks pillows. Please world.... let Puffy Combs have his private jet.

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3 comments:

Kei said...

I read that on the news yesterday and just shook my head. Some people and their priorities, huh?

Anonymous said...

Idiot. His arrogance is unbelievable!

Jeanette said...

It just goes to show how people can get so out of touch with reality. I wonder if he still talks about "keeping it real" in his music? Or is he beyond that now?!?