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Designer/Co-Founder
Rob Miles |
Dear sir,
I have taken it upon me to write you (in big letters on the town hall
wall) following our telephone conversation of an previous date. It
has been in thought in my mind constantly and in conclusion
I conclude the way you said what you said, and the manner in which
you treated the entire situation, was less than satisfactory, and
quite unacceptable. Yes you may have food on the table, well spoken
children and a good woman to tend to the bruises running down your
back, and yes you may have a loyal hound, spare pound or two and an
inflatable dentist, and even yes you admit to having fire proof skin,
four walls and three shoes in a pair, but this does not excuse the
dispicable way in which you conduct yourself on social occasions. Let
me remind you, that among these assets of yours (including a self
changing light fixture, rose tinted windows, and my childhood
bicycle) that you cannot forget you have legs, and these legs are
like eggs. They will get broken.
in disgust,
Mister Blister
p.s. Caroline sends her love
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