From: iDRMRSR <alex.i.thymia@depression.org>
Newsgroups: alt.slack
Date: Thu, Jul 5, 2001 9:04 PM
Well, maybe just me.
I got up this morning before dawn to get my kid ready
for special summer
camp. I checked my Email and as I did, I checked the
clock on my PC
(now synced with WWV) and there it was, 7:30 AM. Well
after the pickup
time.
The only thing that happened subsequently is that the
school bus came by
(late as usual) to pick up my kid.
He's the only one around here to have gotten anything
whatever like
Slack today.
As a result, this is the penalty I must pay:
1. I scheduled my car for a DEALER brake job (costing
thousands) today
expecting the world to end. I did this because I also
needed some
warranty work, and figured, as a faithful SubG, it would
not come.
2. I then had to drop off the car, since I would still
need it, and
take a miserable CITY BUS to WORK.
3. The car was not ready in the evening, so I had to
be provided a RENT
a CAR.
4. The only thing they had that late in the afternoon
was a FUCKING
FORD ESCORT!
5. I've covered up my house address to avoid the embarassment
that
anybody would think I got rid of a GM van in favor of
the cheesiest
speck of turd to come off a Ford Ass-embly line.
6. I also made a reservation for tomorrow night, FULLY
PAID, at a motel
near Erie PA, so my kid and I could take a little DRIVE
BY at
Brushwood. I now HAVE TO PAY for that room.
I'm begging Bob right now to tip the luck plane so that
at the very
LEAST I do not have to show up at Brushwood in a FUCKING
FORD PRODUCT!
With any luck the car will be ready, my bags will be
packed, and I will
depart in the mid afternoon, and get there in time for
some Friday Night
"hijinks".
Tomorrow my day is going to be like the end of the GoodFellas.
Gotta
get my kid a sleeping bag. Go shopping. Pack duds.
Clean off my Flash
Cards and find batteries for my illegal camera. Pick
up my kid. Drop
off the rental shitbox. Tell the Rental Guy how much
I enjoyed the
fucking thing (not). Pick up my van. Drive 100 miles
to Erie, check
in, and then head for Brushwood. Mesmerize the gate
guards to sneak
by. Snap an unauthorized picture of Legume. Hope my
kid falls asleep
so I don't have to leave early.
I was counting on you, Dobbs, to get me off this planet
so I wouldn't
have to DO all this stuff. I thought things might have
turned out
differently because I'm over the JOCK ITCH, which I
took to be a
positive sign that I would not have to suffer Jock Itch
aboard the
Pleasure Saucers.
Hey, there is a ray of sunshine in all this...yes, my
Jock Itch is
gone. Some days, that's as good as it gets...
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Subject: Re: Fucking Bob Fails Us Again
From: joecosby@SPAMBLOCKmindspring.com (Joe Cosby)
"Damn, was that THIS week? Is my face red!"
J.R. "Bob" Dobbs.
--
Joe Cosby
http://joecosby.home.mindspring.com
Why so happy to laugh with your mouth shut?
You should laugh like a flower, without a care.
Love that leaps from the soul is not the same thing
As love you hang round your neck by a string.
- Rumi
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From: bricksnmortar@aol.com (BRICKSNMORTAR)
>I got up this morning before dawn to get my kid
ready for special summer
>camp. I checked my Email and as I did, I checked
the clock on my PC
>(now synced with WWV) and there it was, 7:30 AM.
Well after the pickup
>time.
Right bach at you iDRMRSR I ordered a Pleasure Saucer
not a Giant Hairy Roach
flying a ufo with a bunch of Naked Beer bottles.
-Revco Mad Neujman Denturing reporting