Rockstar manager, eh? Well fuckedoo if you slaggas ain’t just got an email from the biggest fucking rockstar of 1995, motherfucking Liam Gallagher of fucking Oasis. Maybe ya heard of us- OH YEAH OF COURSE U HAVE BECAUSE WE WERE THE FUCKIN BEATLES (YEAH THOSE BEATLES) OF THE FUCKING 1990s!
When you’re done gawking and taking screencaptures of this email I”ll take ya fucking job. I mean I’m a rockstar and I managed to handle that pretty well so I gues im ya new bloody fucking Rockstar manager.
‘Says here ya want someone responsible. Well hows a bout being fuckin resposible for ‘Champagne fuckin supernova!” or the entire bloody fucking “DEFINITELY MAYBE” album, minus the songwrittin and guitar and bass and drum parts!! IS THAT FUCKING RESPOONCIBLE ENOUGH FOR U CUNTS!!!
I dont need this fucking job and i dont need ya fuckin bullshit and if i show up late, drunk and with two cigarettes in each hand that’s my fuckin pergoragtive now, innit?
Things id like bout be a fucking SLAVE for you cunts: Paid training, Paid Holidays, Pade Vacation, Meal comps, Medical/dental. Things i don much care for is all this fuckin resturante work talk! Ya want a fuckin rockstar manager or do you wanna fuckin idiot busboy who coulldnt’ write ‘Wonderwall’ to save his fuckin life? d’ya no what I mean/?
Resume: HOWS BEIN IN FUCKIN OASIS FOR A RESUME?
References: hows bout 90 MILLION screamin stupidd fans?
Cover letter; fuck’s all this been, uh??
A job? fuckit what I need’s a nap!!! My rools’ always been: If I still wan it when im sober then it must be love. So im a sleep off this buzz. I know im the only fuckin rockstar applyin for this job so when i wake up on monday ill stop by,
(originally posted on RockstarJobs.tumblr.com)