September 29, 2004

Alright, for the last time . . .

No. I am not the "Hot 89.9 $25,000 Fugitive."

Even if I did have $25,000, I wouldn't give it to you. Stop interrupting my dinner, my conversations, and my solitude by yelling "HEYAREYOUTHE89POINT9TWENTYFIVETHOUSANDDOLLARFUGITIVE?" at me. I've never listened to "Hot 89.9," and I won't, if they're as obnoxious as you.

If I want to be accosted by smelly, baggy-pantsed, lips-pierced ruffians demanding money, there are more than enough in the Market.

That is all.