Dear "Demon,"
I am depressed. (You would be, too, if your $20 million outfielder, whom you have for two more years, is hitting .235.) But I'm not killing myself. Nope. Not gonna happen. Not with three years left on A-Rod's contract.
Instead, I have a suggestion.
You... Go kill yourself.
Go, go, go! Shoe! Be gone! Out, damned spot! I don't care how you do it! Adios, Gene!
And if ever again I yearn to hear your music played live? Well, that's why we have tribute bands. Go!
That guy has been dead for years.
ReplyDeleteTruly a schmuck. And although many have disagreed, the band was crap from the moment they showed up.
ReplyDeleteI'm thinking of compiling a list of people who I should call upon to kill themselves, sort of like the ice bucket challenge.
ReplyDeleteWe'd call it the Kick Bucket Challenge.
anyone remember that Gene Simmons sex tape from a few years back? Man, that was rich.
ReplyDeleteI never understood the music either, John M. Give me Neil Young any day.