World Cup letters

Dear Ukranian population of Bloor West,

My, there are a lot of you, aren't there? I can tell, because you're all out on the street tonight or in your cars, honking horns and blowing whistles and waving flags and generally being gleeful about your World Cup win. Which is very well done, mind.

However, I do have to work in the morning and you're being noisy bastards. Please stop.

No love,

Me.

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Dear Socceroos,

So close and yet so far. A valiant effort against Italy, guys.

Love,

Me.