Dear Natasha Cohoon,
IF I EVER HEAR ABOUT YOUR FUCKING HORSEBACK RIDING LESSONS AGAIN I WILL GO INSANE AND I WILL TAKE YOU WITH ME.
Have a lovely day.
Love,
Me
In other news, Sir John A. Cares, our local philanthropists, have devised a new plan to get money for charity. The plan being: They are playing Mmm-Bop over and over again all week over the PA until they have 700$.
I shit you not.
It's actually working pretty well- people figure that the sooner they fork over some cash the sooner the fucking song goes off, so everyone's like "HERE TAKE MY WALLET."
They call this plan "Stop the Bop."
They are doing this ALL. FUCKING. WEEK.
It's two parts genius and five billion parts OH GOD MY EARS THEY BLEED.
IF I EVER HEAR ABOUT YOUR FUCKING HORSEBACK RIDING LESSONS AGAIN I WILL GO INSANE AND I WILL TAKE YOU WITH ME.
Have a lovely day.
Love,
Me
In other news, Sir John A. Cares, our local philanthropists, have devised a new plan to get money for charity. The plan being: They are playing Mmm-Bop over and over again all week over the PA until they have 700$.
I shit you not.
It's actually working pretty well- people figure that the sooner they fork over some cash the sooner the fucking song goes off, so everyone's like "HERE TAKE MY WALLET."
They call this plan "Stop the Bop."
They are doing this ALL. FUCKING. WEEK.
It's two parts genius and five billion parts OH GOD MY EARS THEY BLEED.