| Titanius Anglesmith, Fancy Man Of Cornwood ( @ 2005-09-23 15:37:00 |
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Open letters to my customers
Dear Sluts-In-Training,
You do not need a zillion Playboy Bunny accessories. No one needs a zillion Playboy Bunny accessories. Unless you long to be a lust object for horny adolescents, engage in meaningless premarital sex, get knocked up by your fifteenth birthday, and go to seed before you even reach seventeen, then you should turn your back on the Playboy Bunny. If, however, that is your ultimate goal in life, please. Be my guest. Buy all you want and get it the hell out of my store.
Creeped Out,
Me
Dear "Punk" Kids,
Get the hell away from my bands.
I know you think listening to Green Day makes you cool. I know you think it makes you punk, and that being punk makes you better than everyone else. Let me tell you something, though. PUNK IS DEAD. Punk died many moons ago and I don't care how many Ramones shirts you buy at Hot Topic, you will never be punk. Never. I was listening to Green Day before it was cool and I will still be listening to them long after you've moved on to your next fleeting obsession.
By the way, Boulevard of Broken Dreams is a shitty song. Get over it.
Hating You,
Me
Dear Hipster Fucks,
The only people who think you are cool are the other hipster fucks. No one wants to be like you. No one aspires to your level of awesome. No one cares. NO ONE.
Annoyed As Crap,
Me
Dear Sorostitutes,
Quit bathing in perfume. Quit asking me stupid questions. You know your alphabet; haul your unneccessarily sparkly ass over to the CDs and look for your stupid Pussycat Whores CD on your fucking own. Then please jam your overly manicured nails right into your heavily lined eyes and get the fuck out of my store. Thank you.
Rapidly Running Out Of Patience,
Me
Dear Hippies,
Quit fucking wearing patchouli into my store. Do you know how long it takes for that stench to dissipate? Also, no one thinks you're deep. Go smoke some pot and listen to your idiotic, pretentious bullshit music and leave me alone.
Holding My Nose,
Me
Dear Rap Kids,
If it's not too much trouble, can you maybe not sample every single CD in the section and then leave them all piled up by the LVS in a perilously teetering tower? Huh? Can you do that for me, you ungrateful little bastards?
Wishing You'd Never Been Born,
Me
Dear Sad Alternakids,
Kurt Cobain has been dead for a million years now. You need to get over it. He was not Jesus, he was not an amazingly talented musician tragically cut down in his prime, and he certainly was not murdered by a conspiracy who feared to let him spread the power of his shit, unintelligable music across the globe.
Nirvana was an okay band. They had a few good songs, they had a few bad songs. Most of their songs were just plain okay. There is nothing misunderstood or genius about them. Grunge was a stupid, shitty movement that produced maybe three good bands.
The best thing to come out of Nirvana was Dave Grohl. Get over it.
Rolling My Eyes Till I Sprain Them,
Me
Dear "Metal" Kids,
What is with you guys and your stupid shitty death metal? You do realize that a bunch of D&D geeks wailing on their poor helpless instruments and shrieking like Cookie Monster with a painful hernia does not make good music, right? I mean, you're not actually deluding yourself into thinking that these guys are actual musicians, are you? Because I, who have only once touched an electric guitar in my entire life, even I could do better than they can.
Quit buying their shitty fucking CDs. You're only encouraging them.
Earplugs Ahoy,
Me
Dear Inarticulate Bastards,
I am here to help you. It is what I get paid to do, what I have resigned myself to. I take comfort in the fact that I will not be doing this for the rest of my life, and so I attempt to do my best and find what you want with a smile. However, when you come up to me and mumble something that sounds like "alsdknafld", it is very difficult for me to discern exactly what you want me to fetch for you.
Please, remove the cock from your mouth and then ask me questions. It will make life so much easier on both of us.
Wondering How You Hold Conversations,
Me