I just got home from the store a little while ago. After putting away a box of "gogurt" and some checkout-girl-recommended malt liquor, I passed by my answering machine and discovered a message from the FBI. Why can't I have a normal job, particularly one that ends at 5pm?
jeff [email] said at 2:16 AM 09-09-2004: I wrote it like that intentionally, but the sentiment is the fer real. Seems like I can't escape my job...at least, not until Friday morning.
brandon [email] said at 2:24 AM 09-09-2004: I used to get those State Department inquiries all the time - Northwestern Students tend to go for important jobs. They'd cram their resumes with everything they'd ever done. The only problemm is that in the NWO, they actually check up on this shit now.
Anyway, it was kind of intimidating at first, but after a while, it was like: "Harry from the state deparment is on line one, he wants to know if you ever had a Ming Ling stapling copies for you." "Can you ask him to hold? I'm this close to beating SNOOD"
Snadam [ url ] said at 4:50 PM 09-16-2004: HEY! This thing directly linked my email address! Look at it up there, naked as a jaybird for all the world to see.
Oh, well. I *am* looking for a great rate on a home loan, and I *do* crave hot teen G2G watersports, and I *might* want to buy pirated software from Singapore.
