Dear Furby

If anything too offensive is submitted it is deleted w/o second thought. You know what I'm talking about.

I don't want this blog to be run off of offensive jokes written in comic sans or submissions like 'I want [insert someone here] to [insert something confusing and not funny at all here]' - because first off this is a blog for letters to your furby I dont know why you'd submit that and second off it's not 'funny'. You can submit this somewhere else.

One is a virus blog but the thought counts. I'm deeply touched.

This blog had started out as a joke of sorts but then people started submitting, a lot. Mostly Anonymous people with grey faces and letters that I'm not even sure are true stories but, hey, it's some fascinating stuff here.

I have a bunch of asks/submissions (whatever you'd like to call them) to get to, but don't refrain from submitting a story yourself.

YOU FELL IN MY BOWL OF CHEERIOS AND YOU'RE LIKE BROKEN I'M SO SORRY

I'm sorry my brother threw you out the window.

Please stop randomly waking up in the middle of the night and singing. It gets kinda creepy.

I don't care that others say you're "possessed". You seem like a perfectly normal Furby to me and anyone that thinks you're not is wrong.

I love you Swampy

Thank You for not waking my brother-in-law up when he stayed here on holiday. He would have taught you to fly away in the morning--in as many meanings as possible. Particularly the hymn. You can't fly Furby, not physically. You would have died. Thank you for not dying. 

I named you after a Homestuck Character and I regret it so bad.