Tokyo’s Muslim

Friend says:
a male client comes in to tell me that his spouse’ card is demagnitized. so I looked at it, it has a man’s name on it, so I tell him, sir, this is your card not your spouse’s
Friend says:
but then he point out to me that his spouse is a guy
LSB says:
hahahhahhahahahahhahahahah

This is the most horrific letter I have ever read in my life. It is so pathetic that it must be shown to the world.

hello therre
i just got ur product
i havw had it now for qabout 4 hours
and for four hours i have been treying to remove th3e teribble vurus i have that have been given to me by other human beings that perhaps could b called very very evil; people
if this ahppened to you and u used ur credit cards occassionally on line
and u discovered that u had spywares and the such
im shure u would call people that deliberatley send out products to hurt others im shure u would at least b fear ful
and concerned that somehow someway they could be stopped
theres so much i want bto say to ur company
for four hours i have been trying to use ur prodsuct which is so so expenxsive
to remove a spy product i have on my computer
called wildtangent
and for whhat seems to be for at least 300 times so far ur product has had me reeboot
and check a tab bar in net wortk options over and over and over and over again
my back is hurting so far i feel ur company should pay me damages
or get these problems fixed and casll m,e @ 707 xxx xxxx
my name is vincent ~~~~~~

i dont think its fair thT U POPED IN TO MY COMPUTER AT LEAST 5 HOURS AGO
BEGGING ME TO PAY U
TO PURCHASE UR PRODUCT
I DID PURCHASE
IT UNDER GOOD FAITH
I WANT UR COMPANY TO CALL ME AS WELL AS EMAIL ME
I HAVE A SPYWARS IN MY PUTER THAT I TRUSTED U TO BE ABLE TO COMPLETYLEY7 GET IT OUT OF THERE FOREVER
NOW AFTER FIVE HOPURS CONTINOUSLY
ITS STILL THERE
PLEASE PLEASE PLEQASE HELP ME
I WILL BE WAITING FOR A PERSONAL; PHONE CALL TODAY THATS HOW IMPORTANTB THISA IS TO ME
TY

I wish I could find this guy and kick him in the back so he can get some real back pain from something other than being a retard and doing the same thing for several hours.

French class was always good for a laugh. Go back to 1991, and me in the 6th grade (I think it was 1991 anyways). Mr. Nadeau, our French teacher, was making us watch small 2 minute videos and asked us to make up the resolution to them. Me and Arthur were in a group, and had a video where a little girl had gotten a stray kitten and was taking care of it when suddenly her mother walks in. Nadeau, being an asshole, gave two guys that job. Maybe he didn’t like us. It didn’t stop us from flipping the lid on his ass.

You see, in our version of the ending, Arthur was the little girl taking good care of the kitten (we used a bundled sweater as the kitten), and I was the mother. I walked in and in my only line of the play, I yelled, “Q’est ce que c’est ca! Q’est ce que c’est ca!??”. Arthur cried “Maman!” in a plaintive voice, but my inner actor cried out for vengaeance against the pup who had violated my holy rules. Mr. Nadeau, the humorless french nitwit, watched as I kicked the cat out of Arthur’s hands and started “beating” him. (For those that don’t know, Arthur is a legit tough guy and could kick my ass easily, even then). Tears ran down my daughter’s face as I educated her in the costs associated with defying maman, and made clear that I would accept no shit from anyone, let alone a little girl who takes in stray cats. It was deep on many levels; a woman whose power structure is challenged by an innocent child and resorts to violence, a traditional “male” response. This was, of course, to demonstrate that violence was a matter of power, and unrelated to sex. Entwined in this plot was the story of the daughter who was expressing her need for love through the adoption of this kitten; love which her strict evil mother would never give her. Sadly, Mr. Nadeau was incapable of understanding the deep meaning of the plot. Truly, you were the child in the class Mr. Nadeau, philistine extra-ordinare!

As the other students cheered, Mr. Nadeau (which should be french for “I have no sense of humor”) pulled us out of class, gave Arthur a D and me an F, and then told us off.

REMINDER: I make more money than you Mr. Nadeau, and I have no union to make sure I don’t get fired.