FBI Agent
Hi,
I'm not going to write much because I'm mostly expressing myself through the medium of music this month.
For example: Luna threatened to fire me and I sang a falsetto G sharp in her face; Stink urinated on my leg and I beat out Ringo's drum solo from the end of the Abbey Road medley on his little furry head; Harold Warbuckle said his coffee was cold, so I beat him up in the car park (wearing a mask).
In a similar way, the only response I have to this month's Funky Friday is this:
Wishing you a good month in the form of an A440 hum!
Yours musically,
Edward
I'm not going to write much because I'm mostly expressing myself through the medium of music this month.
For example: Luna threatened to fire me and I sang a falsetto G sharp in her face; Stink urinated on my leg and I beat out Ringo's drum solo from the end of the Abbey Road medley on his little furry head; Harold Warbuckle said his coffee was cold, so I beat him up in the car park (wearing a mask).
In a similar way, the only response I have to this month's Funky Friday is this:
Wishing you a good month in the form of an A440 hum!
Yours musically,
Edward
6 Comments:
So badass, Edward.
OMG, Edward! I can't believe you stole the microfiche from the FBI. How could you? I should have noticed it from the moment I heard that suspicious funky music you composed last Friday. Well, I suppose it's too late to cry over spilled milk. You must flee now, Eddie. Hide from the police. Don't let them catch you! And bring the microfiche with you. It must worth a million quid.
wunderbar !! but difficult we must work so much !
Thanks for your comments, dudes! Felipe, the microfiche is only allegedly in my guitar. But, hypothetically, if one did have a microfiche in one's guitar, how would one dispose of it discretely? I can't run away because I'm working on my new album!
very very good
If nothing less than the FBI is after the microfiche it must be of the utmost importance. When they'll have idenntified the location of this document they won't worry a single second before dismantling your dear instrument and then farewell to your famous lullabies.
If you don't want to flee you should at least hide your guitar in the most tricky place you can find.
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