This is the envelope from a piece of junk mail that arrived today from the RSPCA. It is so woefully shameless that it's almost brilliant satire. Look at the kitty with it's lil bwoken weg. Ahhh. What cruel, heartless bastard would deny wee Mr. Snuggums here?
You are whores, RSPCA.
No doubt their next campaign will involve direct insult and threat: "Look at this sad little cat you self-important prick; it will die if you don't give us money. Pay up or we'll use the might of our publicity machine to tell the world how shit you are in bed. You will die penniless, alone and despised if you don't write a cheque right now, and your soul will burn forever in the unforgiving fires of hell."