It Ain't the Tsunami That'll Kill Ya, It's the Muzak on Automated Voice Mail Systems

[purejuice]

There's nothing quite so just-shoot-me-now as a Microsoft Luddite or an IT bore, but dang. I've just spent 10 days duelling with arrogant Mac fucks, seriously vicious HP toolies, a changeover from appalling Comcast to OK Qwest, whose MS software [watch out, here it comes!] hijacks your entire fucking system just so's you can connect the goddam....

Never mind. I managed to print out my paper, even if my voice did not last long enough to deliver it. Thanks to Jack Daniels' smoke. I think I'll strangle him with my now spurious Ethernet cable.


The 50" belt and the Gucci horse bits on the teeny little gigolo shoes always slay me. Rock on, Paulie Allnuts.