In other news, I have decided to write a letter to U2, to freak them out. Because a friend and I use their names as curse word substitutes. Only, I'm too lazy to look up how to e-mail them or send them a letter, so I'll post it here. Because you KNOW my blog's the first place political irish rockers somewhat past their prime trying to revive their careers using Ipod commercials go when they want the latest up to date news on everything that political irish rockers somewhat past their prime trying to revive their careers using Ipod commercials need to know.

"Dear U2:

We decided one night that all of your names make great curse words. Well.... that's not true. We use "The Edge" as more of a general pun, though occaisionally for something dirty.

Bono, your name generally means "fuck." Like, "I got really Bono'ed up at the bar last night."

Larry Mullen Jr, we changed your name to Harry. And your name means penis. Enjoy!

Adam Clayton, you'll be pleased to know that your name is our favorite, because it is an all-purpose code for any number of sick and depraved things we like to talk about.

We also added another member to your band, an imaginary man named Tom Stevenson (see attached picture). We only generally use his name in the sentence: Put that in your Tom Stevenson and smoke it!

Have a Bloody Sunday,
Phoemeister & Suibrom"


Phoemeister: I should add a PS (PS, we also use Zwan as a curse word. But we heard you were on the outs with Billy Corgan, so we didn't want to mention it at first)
Suibrom: haha
Suibrom: niiice
Suibrom: I think they'd love that
Phoemeister: yeah. Except Bono would say (imagine this in a heavy lucky charms irish accent, because you know that's how he really talks when the media's not around) "What the hell? Billy said we were cool! And now he's talking shit behind our backs again! What a Harry Mullen Jr!"
Suibrom: hahah