Dear Frank:
You’re dead, Frank, man. What’s that like?
The Dude
Los Angeles, Calif.
Dear The Dude:
You gotta love livin’, baby, ’cause dyin’ is a pain in the ass.
Frank Sinatra
Dear Frank:
What does it sound like when doves cry?
The Artist formerly known as Prince
Minneapolis, The U S of A
Dear The Artist formerly known as Prince:
A rancid-smelling aphrodisiac.
Frank Sinatra
Dear Frank:
I stole some lyrics from you for one of my songs. Do you know which one?
Sting
London, England
Dear Sting:
Do be do be do.
Frank Sinatra
Dear Frank:
Where’s the beef?
Stella Pevsner
Wendy’s, Anytown, Anystate, USA
Dear Stella Pevsner:
You only live once, and the way I live, once is enough.
Frank Sinatra
Dear Frank:
Who can it be now?
Men
At, Work
Dear Men:
Rock ‘n Roll: The most brutal, ugly, desperate, vicious form of expression it has been my misfortune to hear.
Frank Sinatra
Dear Frank:
Mr. Sinatra, I feel your life could have been extended for a good 2-3 months had you not had so much to drink during your lifetime. Don’t you feel that drinking was a bad influence on your lifespan? Our group could use your endorsement, albeit posthumous.
Melanie
Portland, OR
Dear Melanie:
Alcohol may be man’s worst enemy, but the bible says love your enemy. I feel sorry for people who don’t drink. When they wake up in the morning, that’s as good as they’re going to feel all day.
Frank Sinatra
Dear Frank:
Who loves ya baby?
Kojack
NY, NY
Dear Kojack:
I love Germany. I´ve even got a German car. At least I think it´s German. It´s got power-steering, power-brakes, everything´s power.
Frank Sinatra
Dear Frank:
I have a question. Am I supposed to treat a lady the same as a dame, or are the two separate sociological entities?
John
Paducah, Kentucky
Dear John:
You treat a lady like a dame, and a dame like a lady.
Frank Sinatra
Dear Frank:
Did you ever f*** my wife?
Jake LaMotta
New York, NY
Dear Jake LaMotta:
If I had as many love affairs as you have given me credit for, I’d now be speaking to you from a jar at the Harvard Medical School.
Frank Sinatra
Dear Frank:
Now, you must ask yourself one question: `Do I feel lucky?’ Well, do you, punk?’
Dirty Harry
San Franscisco, CA
Dear Dirty Harry:
Basically, I’m for anything that gets you through the night – be it prayer, tranquilizers or a bottle of Jack Daniels.
Frank Sinatra
Dear Frank:
Uh . . . huh,huh, uh . . . huh,huh . . . Um . . . like, what is your problem with chicks?
Beavis
My couch, Right next to your butt
Dear Beavis:
I’m supposed to have a Ph.D. on the subject of women. But the truth is I’ve flunked more often than not. I’m very fond of women; I admire them. But, like all men, I don’t understand them.
Frank Sinatra
Dear Frank:
I am writing a sequel to my best-selling film “An Inconvenient Truth,” about the toxic waste being spewed into our air. Would you like to write the introduction for me?
Al G.
Sparta, Tennessee
Dear Al G.:
Fresh air makes me throw up. I can’t handle it. I’d rather be around three Denobili cigars blowing in my face all night.
Frank Sinatra
