That, and lying about famous people, because I'm a wannabe.
Shouldn't the conglomerate be encouraged by my interest in playing the piano sometimes? It's a healthier interest than masturbating and lying all day, isn't it?
I know; the conglomerate has discerned my plot. I guess that means that I should confess that I was going to drag the Pine Street Inn's piano onto the streets of Boston every day and play it for money. I would then take all the money and retire, so that I could masturbate and lie about people all day in my own house.
Copyright L. Kochman, December 2, 2015 @ 6:56 a.m.
