We stumbled across this hysterical letter to Kenny Chesney. Obviously, a joke, but you’ll love it… just read…
Dear Kenny Chesney,
First, let me open the conversation by saying that I love you. Our relationship over the years has been so important to me, and I wouldn’t give anything for the memories we’ve shared.
We had some crazy times in college together. Friday nights at Ken’s Bar on Tennessee Street at Florida State, playing darts, drinking beer, and singing about Mexico. And I can’t even count all the Spring Breaks we spent together on some beach somewhere, frozen drinks in hand. Remember dancing on the bar in Ybor City and watching in hysterical surprise as an *unnamed friend* made out with a complete stranger on the dance floor? Then there was that crazy Halloween where Meathead Neal dressed up as Carmen Miranda and we followed him around all night picking up pieces of fruit from his headpiece. And what about that Spring Break that I got stuck working through! All my friends went to Key West and you stayed with me in my tiny basement office, singing about tiki bars and sunshine.
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