To the Boss:
After this Sunday’s mass, what did your Mom announce to the other people about after 10:45 AM? Afterwards you looked pissed while announcing “something you don’t know about” – a workshop tomorrow evening? It’s just sitting/listening to the “presider” and participating a little bit with some hand-outs. That’s all.
So, am I really out of the loop? Fine. I don’t mind. (I rhymed again). Y’all are a bunch of cracker-heads anyway. Hey! Where did my stupid piece of paper go? It had my fugly-ass hand-writing on it! Dammit! It’s my proof/souvenir what a butt-head you are for NOT emailing me the “line up” of music.
Oo! Oo! I see similarities between you and the organist: swinging your legs back-and-forth, like little kids, while sitting on the bench! She did that while playing the recessional song. Hehe! That’s why I was smiling – not at your fugly-ass face but at her easy talent. No matter! If she still needs my crappy-ass white binder, so be it. If not, I don’t give a damn anymore. Just tell me off for crying out loud!
Huh,
Flynn…
Leave a Reply