It’s actually funny to me and not something that makes me mad that your office returned my business license application with the cartoonishly large word DENIED stamped right across the first page (in red ink) and several needlessly specific and not hurtful comments about why I am not allowed to open a meat store named and “creepily modeled after” (your words) Taylor Swift (the very famous musician).
It’s really too bad (for you, not for me; I am laughing a lot) that your office is unable to appreciate the artistry and commercial appeal of the Taylor Swift likeness I have carved into a side of beef (marbling makes this difficult) and promotional photos from the Eras Tour that I have screen-printed onto a country ham (they do this with cakes all the time; it is not weird simply because it is a country ham). People keep suggesting that it bothers me (it does not) that I so far have been unable to secure a small business loan (job creator) for my proposed meat concern, when that very dumb and wrong idea could not be further from the truth (I have unfortunately already purchased all of the meat and it is in the trunk of my car).