Showing posts with label ridiculous nonsense. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ridiculous nonsense. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
The Story
For your reading pleasure, the story of The JLowe Pre-Wedding Invitational Beer Mile is now available online. Submit all changes to Malcolm or Mrs. Malcolm.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Service Request
To: all users herewith and posthaste, &tc &tc
From: the MSC
Re: an official message with much hot air and foaming at the mouth
Commence to start the message:
All service requests relevant to this blog and its comments shall be henceforth posted at the following broken link here. After clicking on the page and finding a little bit of something which might otherwise be called nothing, please drink a cup of coffee at your own expense and wait for further helps. Odd series of unclear instructions may never be posted, nor will anyone read any attempted correspondence about such matters. Upon completion of the lack of form, you should expect a response from our sysdmin, miler mstrange, in zero days. To express your satisfaction with his administrative customer service, you may plan to pummel him at the finish line of this supposed "marathon" unless, as requested, the Mr. Denison suggests some better way to disregard your needs.
Thank you for your time.
From: the MSC
Re: an official message with much hot air and foaming at the mouth
Commence to start the message:
All service requests relevant to this blog and its comments shall be henceforth posted at the following broken link here. After clicking on the page and finding a little bit of something which might otherwise be called nothing, please drink a cup of coffee at your own expense and wait for further helps. Odd series of unclear instructions may never be posted, nor will anyone read any attempted correspondence about such matters. Upon completion of the lack of form, you should expect a response from our sysdmin, miler mstrange, in zero days. To express your satisfaction with his administrative customer service, you may plan to pummel him at the finish line of this supposed "marathon" unless, as requested, the Mr. Denison suggests some better way to disregard your needs.
Thank you for your time.
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