That was some of the best humour I've ever seen on Twitter - here's a few good ones:
$1:
Dearest:
We met to launch the #SecondCivilWar today at a brunch hotspot. We weren't informed there'd be bottomless mimosas; casualties from drunkenness have been staggering.
Fortunately, the RedHats can't decide whether their maps are "fake news" or not.
#secondcivilwarletters
$1:
Dearest Mother.
I write during a lull in fire at my post at IHOB. Heavy casualties overnight due to a shortage of sliders and pancake syrup. The enemy has taken to assaulting us with poisoned Skittles and covfefe. General Stormy promises relief, but I'm not sure we'll last another day. Please tell Father I love him. And also that I was the one who drank all his expensive malt whiskey.
#secondcivilwarletters
$1:
War is hell. This is the 3rd week of the Dunkin' Doughnuts siege. The mess hall ran out of gluten free bagels and we were forced to start in on the inventory. I feel so sluggish that the enemy could walk up to me and slit my throat. Our only saving grace is that the company outside is comprised mainly of vegans and we are gradually taking them out with well aimed stale rolls. Smithy caught one in the leg the other day and he went down with a sickening crack as his leg bone shattered. Unfortunately Johnson bit it yesterday. He was taking a selfie with a POW when a sniper took his head off. Luckily the phone was undamaged and the resulting picture is currently trending.
The tide is likely to turn soon when our reinforcements from Texas arrive hopped up on chemically washed beef. Those weak boned losers won't know what hit them. Anyway, must go now as the evening Latte rations are being served and I want to get there before the chocolate sprinkles run out.
Your loving son Tarquin
