Dear Aubrey Housework and Light my fate
My friends. Quick intervention here (a Divine one? You decide!): You may both be paying far too much attention to a silly singer's sharonesque shenanigans. Sharon's name is similar to sharing, and that's all there is to note here: that she wears it well, as sharing is in her nature. End of.
Now: quick advice to afore mentioned singing douche, just in case he's toying with the idea, and he did say the name on purpose: don't even think of starting mind games here. You're evidently too stupid and self-centred to see the harm they could cause. For some people, the cost of paying undue attention to you is a mere (although extravagant!) waste of time ( some like spending money on useless things, some like spending time on useless people...Let's hope it's less harmful for the planet...).
For others, a name, a nod, can have dangerous consequences. Some people really don't need that. Something to send them over the edge. (Actually, nobody needs your perverse acknowledgements ever in their lives. Did you really need to be reminded?)
So you try that again, I'll send someone to break your Nutsack's legs.
Anyway, you're old. Nobody who's strong is paying any attention to you. Nobody is looking up. We're all staring down. At our graves. You especially, Boomerrissey ( Me I opted for cremation. Nothing like the smell of burnt hot dog on a foggy autumn morning in 3024...).
With so little time, shouldn't you focus on figuring out how to prevent deep sea mining instead of succumbing to meaningless senile silliness every day of your life like this? Stay well away from the lost, the lonely, the ones who search for humanity in the wrong places!
Stay with your own kind: arrogant pampered materialistic dimwits.
Also, besides leaving the living alone, I suggest you leave dead people you know next to nothing about alone as well, rather than using their death to moan about your own career...
-Why did the narcisdist go to the funeral?
-To look for a record contract.
...
-Knock knock.
-who's there?
-it's Death.
-Death who?
-Stop playing for time, Boomerrissey.
and don't interrupt my dog days again.