I am attorney with the law firm of Quemonstra, Tuttleston & Borschenheimer LLP, which has been retained by Druhutch Enterprises, owner of all intellectual & digital photography property rights in the Druhutch Transaction System (and its subsidiary Carnosaur Inc.). It has come to my attention that you have made an unauthorized use of my client's copyrighted work entitled "drudrubelly" in the preparation of a work derived therefrom. My client has reserved all rights in the work, obtained unwillingly under circumstance of inebriation. My client demands that you immediately cease the use and distribution of all infringing works derived from "drudrubelly", and all copies, including electronic copies, of same, that you deliver to me, if applicable, all unused, undistributed copies of same, or destroy such copies immediately and that you desist from this or any other infringement of my client's rights in the future. If I or my client have not received an affirmative response from you by December 14, 2004 indicating that you have fully complied with these requirements, we shall take further action against you.
Yoou tell 'im, Tooty!! Don't take shit offa NOBODY!pianoman1234December 1 2004, 15:11:49 UTC
It reminds me of this time I was tryin ta relax after that first tour with Elton. That bitch drove me half past Thursday with his "What do we wear tonight? We have to coordinate!" And I'm like, 'Look, cupcake, we used wipe our asses with guys like you.' If that guy didn't sing ta lions nobody'd know who he is.
Anyway--I'm scuba diving off the coast of La Isla Verde when I find this rock and I start resting. And I dunno what it is--the sun, the peace of mind, the sand, the broads in those thongs. Something got to me and I got a hard-on like a wooden leg. So what am I gonna do? I'm in a banana hammock, right? So it's not like I can hide the thing on the beach, right? And I can't just swim around till it goes away, right? Cuz with all those broads all over tha place I could be swimming till next Tuesday, right?
I gotta take care a business. It's the only way.
So I crawl up to the side of the rock that ain't facing the beach and I start, y'know, taking care of business. And I'm getting a good stroke on and I kind of start to think about Christie and, well, I don't mind sayin'--I kinda cried a bit.
So then this piece-a shit papparazzi guy jumps outta tha water in this scuba gear with one-a them cameras that you can take underwater and he says, "A-ha!" And he swims away.
I was pretty mad for a minute or two, but then I popped off a good one into the ocean and I forget about the whole thing (what with all the Purple Hooters I threw back once I got back on the beach, sans Woodrow). I had a great weekend and left a couple of broads crying in some funny language.
Anyway--I forget about the whole thing until the next show with Elton and he asks if I wanna talk about it. And I say, "Talk about what?" And he holds up this picture from the London Daily Mirror of me with my crank in my hand wiping a tear off my face. I just about shit bananas! I ain't kidding!
So I sued the Mirror for everything they had and that's why they went out of business forever. I think. I dunno, I ain't never been ta France.
Aw, shit! I spilled my Honalulu Harry! There's pineapple everywhere! Gotta go.
I am attorney with the law firm of Quemonstra, Tuttleston & Borschenheimer LLP, which has been retained by Druhutch Enterprises, owner of all intellectual & digital photography property rights in the Druhutch Transaction System (and its subsidiary Carnosaur Inc.).
It has come to my attention that you have made an unauthorized use of my client's copyrighted work entitled "drudrubelly" in the preparation of a work derived therefrom. My client has reserved all rights in the work, obtained unwillingly under circumstance of inebriation.
My client demands that you immediately cease the use and distribution of all infringing works derived from "drudrubelly", and all copies, including electronic copies, of same, that you deliver to me, if applicable, all unused, undistributed copies of same, or destroy such copies immediately and that you desist from this or any other infringement of my client's rights in the future. If I or my client have not received an affirmative response from you by December 14, 2004 indicating that you have fully complied with these requirements, we shall take further action against you.
Sincerely,
Ranford J. Tuttleston
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Anyway--I'm scuba diving off the coast of La Isla Verde when I find this rock and I start resting. And I dunno what it is--the sun, the peace of mind, the sand, the broads in those thongs. Something got to me and I got a hard-on like a wooden leg. So what am I gonna do? I'm in a banana hammock, right? So it's not like I can hide the thing on the beach, right? And I can't just swim around till it goes away, right? Cuz with all those broads all over tha place I could be swimming till next Tuesday, right?
I gotta take care a business. It's the only way.
So I crawl up to the side of the rock that ain't facing the beach and I start, y'know, taking care of business. And I'm getting a good stroke on and I kind of start to think about Christie and, well, I don't mind sayin'--I kinda cried a bit.
So then this piece-a shit papparazzi guy jumps outta tha water in this scuba gear with one-a them cameras that you can take underwater and he says, "A-ha!" And he swims away.
I was pretty mad for a minute or two, but then I popped off a good one into the ocean and I forget about the whole thing (what with all the Purple Hooters I threw back once I got back on the beach, sans Woodrow). I had a great weekend and left a couple of broads crying in some funny language.
Anyway--I forget about the whole thing until the next show with Elton and he asks if I wanna talk about it. And I say, "Talk about what?" And he holds up this picture from the London Daily Mirror of me with my crank in my hand wiping a tear off my face. I just about shit bananas! I ain't kidding!
So I sued the Mirror for everything they had and that's why they went out of business forever. I think. I dunno, I ain't never been ta France.
Aw, shit! I spilled my Honalulu Harry! There's pineapple everywhere! Gotta go.
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