Yes, the thing reeks, but you may as double up for one more run before BK. Just an example, the UA sales rep was in the office today, complaining that we sold an Aer Lingus flight instead of plating it as a United code-share flight. We did that to save the customer $400 on the ticket, regardless of our contract with UA. "But we'll always match the fare," she squawks. How do we do that? Call me, she says, then I call my VP in Chicago, who calls his VP in Chicago, who calls his VP in Chicago and then we match the fare!
That's how we get so much repeat business, by telling our customers their order will be ready in two, maybe three days. They're particularly grateful when we can't tell them exactly what the ticket price will be.
Good luck with that, hon.
Might have been a very good move. Their domestic planes out of DEN, SFO, IAD, LGA and ORD are nearly all full all the time and they still can't eke out a profit. International routes must be killing them.
If you're stalking me on these anonymous message boards and getting a charge out of it, well I feel sorry for you. Going to bring the messages up in legal proceedings, do you think?
You'll notice, of course, that none of these messages contained threats or foul language, nor did they name you. They were intentionally rude, sometimes graphically so, in order to respond to you in kind.
I've talked about your stalking behavior to some of my friends and teammates. They were dumbfounded and pitied me for having to grow up with you. But we all agreed on one thing: one must have one's hobbies.
On mother(>>>>>>>)day. Sho hope yo boy dint kill ya today. Still think your own son is a matricidal maniac, as you told me so many times? Dat's ugly.
I'd rather communicate a positive message. I downloaded a trance-goa album for the first time (saw me do it dint ya ya clever little online m0nitor stalker ya). Super pleasant, uplifting music. You would have no use for anything like that, but maybe you could recommend it to your Bush-loving husband. He would like it.
Maybe you two could dance together, hold hands, maybe kiss.
Love each other a lot is what you should do.
You can't love, but at least you can hold hands with someone you hate, huh?
Fat Butt. I bowled a 279. Eleven of 12 possible. Had to fart a bit in the 9th frame, missed target by three boards, left a solid 8.
You are an evil iredeemable sicko. Good luck with your new attorney, whose advise you should ignore.
Don't include that uplifting message in your dossier, stalker.
Oops, tipped my hand. Oh, well cards on the table then. Think I'll go positive from now on, you lairy ponce. Date is 7 May 2009, I believe.
Hope you had a super-successful day of on-line stalking. Still think your own son is going to terminate you? Mother's Day is Sunday; that would be as good a day as any, don't you think?
Anyway, quite amusing that you switched lawyers. New lawyer, same as the old one, eh? Nice stall, but that tactic is played out. I congratulate you for its effectiveness and apologize for not cooperating by having a stroke or worse. My problem, I guess.
I may write another installment of the Kady saga later. Stay alert!
Just saw an interesting news story about a 10th grader arrested by the FBI for alleged bomb threats. Apparently, someone took his IP address (I know you have mine) and made crank bomb threats to the FBI over a cell phone hooked up to that address. Since the boy was arrested under the Patriot Act, he's been locked up in Indiana (no one knows for sure exactly where) and his parents aren't allowed to talk to him, nor have there been any charges filed. In other words, he's been disappeared by the government.
Why don't you try to do something like that to me, you little on-line stalker, you?
Bushboy had been home after all. And it was Kady's birthday. You only hit 84 once, after all.
She took off her filthy Tshirt, and went for the biggest piece (it was her birthday, as was noted).
And immediately inserted the bottle neck in her anus. Pinching her anus tightly, she avoided the broken glass and the pools of half-dried vomit on the floor on her way to the front door.
Seven steps later, she arrived. The bottle dropped immediately! On the "lawn," more like a dirt farm, were seven chunks of green, rotting meat, maggots crawling all over. But the smell. Ah, the smell. The smell of death. Kady's smell.
Have you hacked in to my bank/financial sites? That would probably be very bad for you. 99.9 to .1 that's an actual crime. Don't know if it's a misdemeanor or felony.