Carl Vine
Carl Vine, I hope you don't slip off the stairs and get a broom handle shoved way up your ass. And then I hope when you're at the hospital, doctors don't laugh at you and call you broom butt, or something rude like that. And I hope it doesn't get infected and cause you to have to stand up all the time or else use one of those butt donut cushions. And I hope the infection doesn't drain at the most inopportune moment. And I hope you're having a nice day. (btw- I mutilated the last page of the last movement of your piece last night. How you like them apples?)
posted by bob @ Sunday, April 30, 2006
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1 Comments:
It's okay, Bob...don't be angry. You killed his piece. Besides, when you get rich and famous, and he wants to write a piece for you, you can say, "Dear Carl, I get too many emails from composers to respond or care. I used to like your music, but now it's too easy."
PS: I'm sitting at your desk right now, in your house, in front of your computer, waiting for your parents to arrive so we can play nertz.
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