Getting thoroughly slagged in the office for hating Bill Joel. I cannot stand him especially just the way he is. His music is awful and his piano smells like an unwashed butt.
They’re trying valiantly to “save me.” But…but what about Piano Man?
He’d be less lonely if he didn’t suck so much.
For what it’s worth I pointed out I’m a) not the only one and even if I was big deal: I didn’t start the fire; it was always burning since the world’s been turning.
Turns out: cleverness is the kerosene of fiery discussions.
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