I got this sweet sun reflector at the eye doctor this morning. My eyes are dilated, and I’m heading to the strip club later.
Check out the note that someone left above the mailboxes at Melrose Place. I didn’t take this fucker’s DVD, but I bet it was the old Korean neighbor. I mean, the guy once hijacked my beer koozie, so I’m sure he would appreciate a complimentary movie.
I took my phone to Sprint yesterday because it wasn’t sending emails from my Yahoo! and SOB accounts. The technician walked out and axed, “Have you tried deleting the accounts in the phone, and then reinstalling them?”
“Of course. I’m not Steve Jobs, but I’m not an idiot either,” I told her.
“Who is Steve Jobs?”
“Never mind.”
“Well, you need to talk to your IT department because they’ll need to look at it.”
“They’re in India. I’ll figure it out.”
So, I went back to work, and searched the internet for a possible solution. I found out the issue was with Windows Mobile 6.1. I downloaded a cab file from the website, and the problem was fixed in ten seconds.
However, I didn’t realize that I had over 20 emails sitting in the Outbox. Within minutes I started receiving replies from people asking why I was sending messages about things that happened weeks ago.
I just ignored them. People think I’m crazy anyway.
The Sprint Tech reminded me of the IT people I have to deal with when I have problems with my internet connection.
“Mr. Benny, can you please make sure your computer is plugged in,” is always the first thing I hear.
“Wow. That was it. I’m so stupid. Thanks for your help, Hadji.”
SOB Translation of the Day
Quote: “We can’t be together because we fight all the time.”
Translation: “We can’t be together because you bitch at me all the time.”
I thought I was doin’ fine. ‘Bout to get you off my mind. I see your face, and then I’m wrapped around your pretty little finger again.