... or Cher and that guy who made bagels in Florida.
This is an open letter to Courtney Love. Now that all your legal troubles
are over, I think it's time for you to move on with your life. And one way
to start may be to walk over to the billboard hanging over the
C/E subway stop on Eighth Avenue and 23rd Street and
consider this invitation.
I blocked out the end of the cell phone number for the gentleman's
protection, and because seriously, if it isn't Courtney ringing,
he's probably not interested.
But I think she should consider all the positive press it will
lead to. Not that she does things only for the publicity!
However, consider how heartwarming it will be when
the front page of the Star features the elaborate wedding
of a Northwester rock icon to an ex-exotic dancer from Bushwick.
Okay, hi everyone and welcome to Rupert... I'm off to a great start
in my first post. Rather than talk about social issues, I'm posting
about graphiti on a conditioner ad.
By the way, to the person who did leave that message, maybe an
easier and safer way to get close to your favorite singer (and
one that will keep you out of jail and without a restraining
order against you) would be to get some aspiring artist to
paint you into a portrait with her.
(That last link was stolen from Brian Turner on the
WFMU blog.)
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