I got a call at about ten to four in the morning, and I was wondering what the fuck that was about. No one was on the line, just some beeping.
Then, all of a sudden, my printer/scanner/fax machine sprang to life, and out popped a sheet pitching me better mortgage rates.
I am now getting spam faxes.
AAAAAAARGH.
Dude… You’re so corporate.
Theeeeeere’s the pot calling the kettle black.
And there’s the Teflon-coated frying pan telling the pot she’s calling the kettle black.
Okay, that was a stretch. But you know what I mean. So nyaaaaaaah!