From The New York Shitty Inbox: A Dispatch From The Viridian

Yesterday, dear readers, a very special item arrived in yours trulys inbox: an email from a person who lives in none other than the Viridian! I always thought the outside was pretty damned bad. If the following is any indication, the interior isn’t any better.

Anonymous writes:

This blog post writes itself… This is the sign on the ‘tranquility pool’ thing that became a garden.  And this sign showed up a few days after they finished with the garden.
Maybe it should’ve started with ‘Listen up you nasty ingrates.’

(nothing else needs to be said)

Miss Heather