Pretty soon, we will hit 10,000 visitors unless we get shut
down by Kathie Lee because she is a bitch, or we get shut down by Cody Gifford because, he too, is a bitch.
Anyway, I told Bob that we should reward the 10,000th visitor
and give them a prize. Bob, because he is so damn cheap, said "no."
So I offered Bob a beer. He drank it, of course. I offered
him another, which he drank. After I gave him all the beer that I had, I again told him that we should do something
special to the 10,000th visitor. Bleary eyed, he asked me what type of gift I was thinking of giving away.
I decided the best gift for anyone is money. So, I told
Bob that we could give the lucky visitor a cash prize. Bob sat quietly for awhile and I thought this was good because
it seemed like he was seriously thinking about it.
The next day, I realized he had passed out. I gently whacked
him on the head with an empty bottle and asked him again about the monetary prize to the lucky visitor. Again Bob
said no because we would have no idea who the 10,000th visitor would be.
God, what a prick he can be. I mean, it is like this guy
has never heard of the honor system! We all know that if there was a monetary prize for the 10,000th visitor, they
would gladly send us an email and tell us that they are the lucky one.
But no. Bob claims that we would get a lot of email from
people claiming to be the 10,000th visitor and we would not know who the real person was. To me, that is just Bob
being a real shit.
This just proves my point that Bob is a cheap bastard. Go
ahead and email him and thank him for taking away the chance for you to possibly be that lucky winner.
I understand your pain. I asked him for a raise and he took
away my microwave privileges at work. He claims it could affect my pacemaker. To me, it sounds like an excuse from
a cheap prick.
I am very sorry about the way that Bob has treated you.
I think he ranks up there with Darva Conger in the shit-of-the-year club. Actually, she has him beat because she
is also a smelly whore (so I have been told) and Bob does smell quite pleasant (so I have been told).
Again I am sorry. And please remember that if Bob isn't
here for you, you can be damn sure that I will be.
One last thing--I have always wanted to say this: YOUR CAT
IS RETARDED.
Thank you!