I Know You Are But What Am I
Dear Dillholes At The Show Last Night:
When I approached you on my way out and said, "Hey guys, thanks for ruining the last song for everybody around you," was "bitch" really the best comeback you could muster up? I'm afraid it's sorely lacking in creativity, and points off for not even saying it until I was almost out the door. You disappoint me, gentlemen. In the future, if you're going to insist on screaming and chittering like primates during the one slow song a band performs, at least have the god-given decency to respond to criticism with a little imagination. Or - since you seem to have roughly 12 brain cells between the three of you - consider carrying around flashcards with phrases like, "I fling poo bigger than you," "Up your butt with a coconut," and "So does your mother, ho." Another word that works well is "sorry." You can say the "we suck hairy balls" part inside your head.
In closing, thanks for your attention in this matter, since you clearly don't have much to spare. See you at the Bottle, boys!
Your Friend,
Tequila Red
When I approached you on my way out and said, "Hey guys, thanks for ruining the last song for everybody around you," was "bitch" really the best comeback you could muster up? I'm afraid it's sorely lacking in creativity, and points off for not even saying it until I was almost out the door. You disappoint me, gentlemen. In the future, if you're going to insist on screaming and chittering like primates during the one slow song a band performs, at least have the god-given decency to respond to criticism with a little imagination. Or - since you seem to have roughly 12 brain cells between the three of you - consider carrying around flashcards with phrases like, "I fling poo bigger than you," "Up your butt with a coconut," and "So does your mother, ho." Another word that works well is "sorry." You can say the "we suck hairy balls" part inside your head.
In closing, thanks for your attention in this matter, since you clearly don't have much to spare. See you at the Bottle, boys!
Your Friend,
Tequila Red