yo R --
ah fooey my e-mail got
infected with some creepy malware which sent itself to everybody in my address
book.
Ignore anything from me rcvd
in the last week. If you click on it, Bulgarians will hose up your life savings,
if you were foolish enough to put them on-line rather than stuff them in your
mattress. (The last few years, savings interest rate from banks is about the
same as interest rates from mattresses.)
Meanwhile Cynthia (who seems
to be better at this stuff than I am) says she's disinfected my
e-mail.
Dante never had a computer.
It falls to me to describe the Level of Hell reserved for creeps who write
malware and infect innocent computers with it. One such guy just pulled 30
months in federal prison -- but that's just his Earthly punishment. I'm talking
about what awaits malware jerks for Eternity.
Natch, let me know if you
get any further suspicious stuff from my account.
Oh, remember that Cold
War Elvis Draft thing? My older brother M**** managed to squeeze himself an Air
Force Reserve slot and spent 7 weekend warrior years as a fireman at Andrews
AFB. He got called to active duty during the Cuban Missile Crisis, and the night
before he was to report, he and all his lowlife pals and palettes got sloshed at
their fave bar and re-wrote the lyrics to the juke box smash hit: "Will we still
be here / tomorrow?"
Wow! Penn State is still
playing football! What do you have to do to earn the NCAA Death Penalty,
microwave Girl Scouts?
B
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