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Christ is king!
hi sweetstuff, what's goin' on? rifke here! maybe you know me? I'm the girl with the nice handwriting. I have nice handwriting right? please say I do. people always say I do. it's my one talent. it's not as good as rimbauds of course but I really feel like it could be if I wanted it to be. recently it was called cherubic.
anyways, I just wanted to say to you that i've noticed that you're struggling with the press a bit, lately-- through no fault of your own, OF COURSE. well I just wanted to say that if you ever want to give an interview with someone who cares about you as a person, someone who has an innate understanding of the spirit in which things are meant, than I am your man! er... girl, I'm your girl (tee hee...). I promise to ask only the most scintillating questions like: what is your favourite blazer in your collection? (and can I have it?); what do you put on your toast? (and do you hate the smell of toast too?); whats your favourite song from My Fair Lady? (mine is 'the street where you live', and if I knew the street where you live, lovebug, you can be sure that I would walk up and down your street singing that song--or at least humming it, because goodness knows I cant sing). hmmm what else....? what is your favourite colour? has that ever been asked before I wonder? what is your favourite colour, I wonder? oh if only i could know the answer to that! I'm sure MANY people would like to know the answer to that. I'm sure they would like to know the answers to all of these things!
well if youll excuse me mozzer I must go now because the man downstairs with the face that looks like bloodless veal is cooking something that smells quite purtrid as per usual and I must open a window and fiddle with the vent, maybe put a couple pillows in front of it to try to smother the smell. maybe in a bit ill go down and mutter in a way that is meant to be audible to him about what a lousy old man lives there (he really IS a lousy old man, mozzer. I mean, he NEVER takes out his recycling, and when its windy he just lets it blow all over the lawn and doesn't pick it up. who DOES that?!??!)
okay, nice chatting. let me know when you're ready to be interviewed, okay?! now, unlike some of my previous offers, this one has no time limit. just whenever you're ready, cause I'm THAT understanding and patient.
sincerely,
rifke stern, journalist etc.
anyways, I just wanted to say to you that i've noticed that you're struggling with the press a bit, lately-- through no fault of your own, OF COURSE. well I just wanted to say that if you ever want to give an interview with someone who cares about you as a person, someone who has an innate understanding of the spirit in which things are meant, than I am your man! er... girl, I'm your girl (tee hee...). I promise to ask only the most scintillating questions like: what is your favourite blazer in your collection? (and can I have it?); what do you put on your toast? (and do you hate the smell of toast too?); whats your favourite song from My Fair Lady? (mine is 'the street where you live', and if I knew the street where you live, lovebug, you can be sure that I would walk up and down your street singing that song--or at least humming it, because goodness knows I cant sing). hmmm what else....? what is your favourite colour? has that ever been asked before I wonder? what is your favourite colour, I wonder? oh if only i could know the answer to that! I'm sure MANY people would like to know the answer to that. I'm sure they would like to know the answers to all of these things!
well if youll excuse me mozzer I must go now because the man downstairs with the face that looks like bloodless veal is cooking something that smells quite purtrid as per usual and I must open a window and fiddle with the vent, maybe put a couple pillows in front of it to try to smother the smell. maybe in a bit ill go down and mutter in a way that is meant to be audible to him about what a lousy old man lives there (he really IS a lousy old man, mozzer. I mean, he NEVER takes out his recycling, and when its windy he just lets it blow all over the lawn and doesn't pick it up. who DOES that?!??!)
okay, nice chatting. let me know when you're ready to be interviewed, okay?! now, unlike some of my previous offers, this one has no time limit. just whenever you're ready, cause I'm THAT understanding and patient.
sincerely,
rifke stern, journalist etc.
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