Letter sent to the GAP today, in which I'm not really / really not joking:

Dear GAP,
Thank you so much for ruining one of my favorite scenes in a movie ever just to sell a few pairs of your "Skinny Black Pants" you mediocre culture-fu*kers.
DIE, GAP, DIE!
This is war, I sh*t you not.

Sincerely,
TAR
ART
RAT

p.s. ok, ok- by "war" admittedly I mean: "I'l grumble and glare a bit more as I walk past your store." But jeez, can't you even raise your own cow and milk it?