You know him. You love him. And, if you know what's good for you, you fear him. He's Stewartville's not-so-anonymous Miscellaneous advertiser. No, he's not sane, not by a long shot, but he's sure entertaining, in a head scratching sort of way. Sooooo. . .
MACHEYE. What can be said now, nothing. The black pearl of space, retardation, gangrene (Help Democratic Freedom).
Gary XXXXXXXX
555-XXXX
PS Coming off the sun it's called L7. What more can I say. Now you got nothing like I got nothing. L7.
Isn't there a rock group called L7? Those bastards, coming off the sun like that. Anyway, there you have it: your weekly dose of mental illness.
NOTE: He actually does give his name and number each week, apparently hoping for a call, but I can't, in all good conscience, print his full name and real number here (thus the Xs), because some of you, and you know who you are, would actually call the nutjob and make him even more paranoid. You sickos.
Posted by Ryan at September 18, 2003 04:57 PM
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