Dear Wack,
This letter is to inform you that I no longer wish to play music with you. This has nothing at all to do with the fact that you are a noxious, overbearing toad that made every moment we spent together seem like an eternity. I've discovered a new hobby, which is trying to find ways to give myself searing gas pain. So far it's been a lot more fun than playing with you has been.
I would like to say I learned something while playing with you, but I really don't think I did. Wait, that's not entirely true - I learned how to keep a smile on my face and play my part despite feeling myself slowly dying inside from sheer despair. A useful skill to help keep myself alive in case I am ever taken hostage by the IRA. So thanks for that.
I wish you and the gang continued success.
This letter is to inform you that I no longer wish to play music with you. This has nothing at all to do with the fact that you are a noxious, overbearing toad that made every moment we spent together seem like an eternity. I've discovered a new hobby, which is trying to find ways to give myself searing gas pain. So far it's been a lot more fun than playing with you has been.
I would like to say I learned something while playing with you, but I really don't think I did. Wait, that's not entirely true - I learned how to keep a smile on my face and play my part despite feeling myself slowly dying inside from sheer despair. A useful skill to help keep myself alive in case I am ever taken hostage by the IRA. So thanks for that.
I wish you and the gang continued success.