Dear Joy Behar,
I know you're working that whole Brooklyn Jewish accent angle, but I really don't think it helps anyone when you call the presidential candidate "Ohbomber." I'm just sayin'.
Yours in being annoyed with the blonde,
You give me a reason to wake up every morning.
Yours in humor,
Dear Stock Market,
It's not like golf, or limbo, where the object is to see how low you can go. Please change course so that we can, eventually, send these prettybabies to college. And hey, don't forget to click an ad or two while you're here.
Yours in financial crisis,