Received a note (computer printed) under my door today which read:
STOP WITH THE EAGLE’S CD, TWAT!!!!!!
I think it may be from the two lesbians in the apartment above.
Because last night, whilst air-guitaring to Hotel California (only THE 49th greatest song of all times – Thank you Rolling Stone Magazine), I heard some distinct thumping coming from my ceiling which was not in keeping with the rhythm of song.
If you can’t appreciate the Gods of Rock, then I would put forward that you have no taste. What’s that I hear…?
Ha! Thought So!
DON’T THINK THAT I CAN’T HEAR YOU GIRLS, EITHER!!!!!
So I have decided to crank up the old desk top and fire off a note of my own to the the scissor sisters. Give them a lesson in music appreciation.