Scott en Aztl‡n
How to pee-off Scottie...
I used to own a computer manufacturing business that offered customers mail-in rebates on our products. Most customers never bothered to mail them in, and when they did the requirements for the rebate were not furfilled. We would always wait until after the rebate deadline before sending the customer a letter informing them they had not met the rebate requirements and that it didn't matter anymore as it was past the deadline.
One day I was driving around town in my slow moving vintage Cadillac when it was rear-ended by some fast moving vehicle. I suffered numerous injuries and have been off work ever since. I developed a serious drinking problem that I have been using my credit cards to support. Now I drive, when not drinking of course, even slower than I did before. When the SOB fast drivers come up behind my vehicle honking their horns I usually slow down by 10 mph. In some cases I'm already going 10 mph or less, so we end up stopped. Of course, the pbutting lane is free but the idiot fast driver is still behind me, STOPPED, expected me to move my STOPPED vehicle over so he-she can pbutt. Go figure.
Well anyways, my credit cards are getting maxed out so I have declared bankrupcy to clear the debts out so I can start over again. Scott's town looks like a nice place to live. I may move there and pedal around town on the sidewalks... slowly of course. Don't mind me if I don't move over for the pedestrians on the sidewalks, that happens when I am on the cell phone and not paying any attention to where I am going or standing. I seem to have an out-of-body experience when I am on the cell phone for some reason. Odd how it is, that the credit card companies always call me when I am on the bike to offer me more credit cards.
Hey, my shiny new credit card arrived in the mail. Wowa, lookit that credit limit. Ok, I'm heading out to the Cadillac dealership to get me a new slo-boat.
Bye!
