| From: | Freddy Frypp <JAMES-CUENO@*********.EDU> |
|---|---|
| Subject: | Wankers |
| Date: | Tue, 6 Dec 1994 09:37:34 CST |
First, Spark says, "Hey boss! Something's broke in the 'puter."
Actually he told me in all sorts of graphic detail exactly what was
broke and what it would take to fix it. So I say, "Go ahead, just fix
at night when we won't need it as much". "Null sweat". Null sweat my
ass. The drekhead fraggin' sneezes when he's plugging in the last
chip and frags it up worse than it was to begin with. So here we are
no computer, waiting for parts. What a time to figure out that EVERY
fraggin' comline out of our offices goes through the computer.
Matrix, telecom, everything. So we've been trying to run a fraggin'
corporation on cell phones and uplinked cyberdecks for the last week.
I'm gonna kill the next computer wonk who gets in my way.
Then I go and break my fraggin' leg. The doc tells me I shouldn't
have broke the damn thing so close to the fraggin' joint. I told
him I'd try for a cleaner break next time, like I wanted the
fraggin' agrivation. He's the only doc that speaks my language, he's
the best. So I spend a couple of days flat on my back and now I've
got a coupla kilos of plaster wrapped around me for the next fraggin'
two months.
Then Kor goes off on this vision quest. Don't get me started there.
Anyway, Chris, let's just say the hell with the run to San Diego. I
can get replaced, but I don't think we'll be able to find a
spellchucker to replace Kor before the wedding. Hey, when is the
feared day, anyway? I'm gonna farm this one out. The Bikini Girls
should be able to cover it, costal raiding is there brawl game
anyway.]<<<<<
-- Freddy Frypp (09:00:00 / 12-06-55)
President
Frypp Security, Inc. (CFSM Uplink #5150)
