Blog #3 Alien`s Letter

Dear humans of the Earth,

Why must you discriminate us so? We aliens are kind and loving creatures but you always portray us as evil man eating things. In reality, we love sparkly rainbows and big fluffy hearts and we absolutely adore puffy pink clouds. In fact, the latest fashion trend in our little universe of aliens is being dyed pink and then tattooing hearts all over the body. In my limited understanding of human desires, I am pretty sure that pink hearts are a sign of cuteness. I do not comprehend why you do not love us, I mean, I am even calling my own people the weird word that you have chosen for us, alien. The real name of our race is Boogoowoolooladoobeedoowa. If you find it too complicated to pronounce, you can shorten it to just Boogoowoolooladoobeedoo. It truly is a terrible thing to be hated in this galaxy because you are misunderstood. How I long for the past days, when you humans actually understood our true nature. Our existence means nothing to you now when before, we taught you the secrets of fire and metalworking. You used to worship us like gods but that has all deteriorated into nothingness. Our originally glorious lives have been turned into things of miserableness and dullness. I beg you, on behalf of my race, to please understand us for who we truly are. After all, of which race was the being who said 'Don't judge a person before you know them?' Please, just appreciate us for who we really are.

Sincerely,

The honourable Prime Minister of Boogoowoolooladoobeedoowa,

Bellabob

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Blog #2 Wii Remote`s Letter

Dear chubby kid who uses me all the time,

I think you should get your obese butt off the couch where you always grip me with that sweaty hand and get outside to get a life. I mean the moment you come home from school, you always flop onto the couch and turn on the Wii. I then get used for at least 2 hours straight and get to hear you grunt and sweat as you fail to play a random game. Don't you have a life?! If you were a normal kid, you'd probably be playing some sport or riding your skateboard after school but since you're a fat lazy cow, all you do is play games. Haven't you noticed the cellulite on you stomach and your behind? Well I've certainly noticed it, and every time I get crushed under that gross thing that you call a butt, my battery goes dead. My battery is basically my life and it has gone dead about 27 times already, so basically if I was a human, you would have killed me 27 times because of your cellulite. Don't you think that's just the teeniest bit disgusting? Oh, I also have another deal to settle with you, I've noticed recently that your already blubbery hand has gotten even fatter and because of this, I am over heating quite often and each time I over heat, I faint and disconnect. Me and you both find it horrible so I demand you to stop growing fatter! If you're going to whine about not being able to lose all that pudginess, my buddy the Wii has pictures to prove otherwise. Mr.Wii, as we shall call him, has connections to Santa's secret army of elf spies, as mentioned in my previous post, and he has been able to obtain pictures of you before you received me and Mr. Wii. In those pictures, you are quite skinny and look fit and normal. It is when you obtained us that you became a fat loser and as loving gaming devices of yours, we will present you with 2 options. Either you go outside and become fit or we will self destruct. If you think that we are bluffing, just you wait and soon enough you'll see 2 little, tiny mushroom clouds erupt in your living room. Remember, your loving gaming devices will ALWAYS be watching over you. <3

Sincerely, The Wii controller and his buddy the Mr. Wii

Blog #1 Monsieur Doggito`s Letter

Dear Owner,
I am Monsieur Doggito and I am your pet dog, I have recently learned how to write under the tutelage of my incredibly wise master Senorita Poodela, that is how I am writing this letter to you now. Poodela has taught me many things like reading and counting in the human language and it is because of those skills that I now demand you change my diet and my exercise routines. I realized when I went on your scale the other day that I was gaining a pound every week and that it was not good for my health. I thought a bit more about why this could happen to me and I realized that all those days I had spent lazily around the house because I was bored have now come back to get me. I do not want to be an ugly old wrinkled dog! The truth is, I have a crush on Senorita Poodela and I wish to become fit and handsome for her. The only way I can do that is if you relieve me of my long boring afternoons and give exercise toys. You also need to give me better dog food so that I will have a balanced diet and you need to let me outside more so that I will not become the lazy couch potato you are. I also desperately need a bath. Preferably a rose scented one so that I can seduce Poodela with my lustrous scent. Now that I think about it, you should give me a whole makeover. You must hand my mangy old self over to the most luxurious spa in the city and only then will I be a dog fit for Poodela. If you don't... I warn you, I know your darkest secrets and I could expose them to your girlfriend whenever I want. Remember, replace those dull boring afternoons with exquisite makeovers for me!

Your most faithful dog,
Monsieur Doggito