[Slade]

So today I get a thin envelope from one "Jarret Herrmann." I've been editing some stuff for JM for a while, and so I was expecting some monetary recompensation because he said he'd send me some and that is one of his names.

Except this envelope contains a money order for $19.95, paid to the order of Shentel, with the memo "Internet." Which means that Shentel (be it shady corporation, lovable small ISP, or female African American drug dealer (where "Internet" is code for "cocaine")), got fifty dollars and a letter involving the phrase "I've got your money... IN MY PANTS!"

Which is pretty fucking awesome, actually.

Edit: Inclosed parentheses will be the death of us all!

This post has been edited by Slade: 07 January 2006 - 11:03 PM

[floppydisk]

Actually, I have no idea what you just said. I'm absolutely terrible with Secret Agent stuff.

[Slade]

JM addressed his Internet bill to me, and my editing money and letter to his Internet company.

[Mirithorn]

Reminds me of that part of All Creatures Great and Small where one character accidentally mails an ointment to a testing laboratory and a feces sample to the owner of a boar with instructions to "Rub generously on the boar's back three times daily working it well in with the fingers."

[J m HofMarN]

My internet company wrote me back today. They took the fifty dollars as payment apparently even though the only words accompanying it were "I've got your money right here... IN MY PANTS!" written on the back of a wal mart receipt for five packs of hot pockets.

So I now have a fifty dollar credit with Shentel while Slade starves. So aside from sexually harassing an internet company I think this whole affair turned out rather nicely.

[Slade]

I think the fact that you harassed an Internet company means it turns out much better. And I'll live, I have food debit...