Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Funniest Complaint Letter to Virgin Richard Branson

WAToday

Commentary

If laughter is the best medicine, then here is a miracle cure.

Excerpts

"I'll try and explain how this felt. Imagine being a twelve-year-old boy Richard. Now imagine it's Christmas morning and you're sat their with your final present to open. It's a big one, and you know what it is. It's that Goodmans stereo you picked out the catalogue and wrote to Santa about.

Only you open the present and it's not in there. It's your hamster Richard. It's your hamster in the box and it's not breathing. That's how I felt when I peeled back the foil and saw this: [see image 3, above]."

"There was a small cookie provided. It had caught my eye earlier due to it's baffling presentation: [see image 4, above].

It appears to be in an evidence bag from the scene of a crime. A CRIME AGAINST BLOODY COOKING. Either that or some sort of back-street underground cookie, purchased off a gun-toting maniac high on his own supply of yeast. You certainly wouldn't want to be caught carrying one of these through customs. Imagine biting into a piece of brass Richard. That would be softer on the teeth than the specimen above."

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