I left a prank call on my friend Billy. I mean it wasn’t the annoying kind of prank call, the kind where your waiting for an important call and it’s not who you think it is. We’ve prank called each other for years until last year so I’m reviving a tradition. I called him when he was playing at Phil’s Fish Market so he wouldn’t pick up the phone. Here’s what I said.
“Hello, this is Lester Blatz from the Legal Department of the First Unitarian Council of Karioke. We have been aware that you have been infringing our copyrighted acronym. We have recorded evidence of you using the copyrighted acronym in casual conversation, emotional outburts and of course, puns. Now, all of us at the First Unitarian Council of Karioke don’t want any trouble, so we’ve just decided to sue you. We sincerely hope you have all the money ’cause we’ve already replaced all our wicker seats with brand spanking new swivel chairs. You know, we’ve decided to go 21st century and bean bags attracted the mice. OK, well, please give us a call, we’re waiting for the check.”
I thought of it when I was making a butter sauce for green beans.
That’s a clever endeavor.
T.