Sunday, September 24, 2006

Iggy Raised Me From My Bath!

As I lay in the tub, in the throes of my fever, hallucinating tiny insects running across the ceiling, I was forced to rush across two rooms to answer a robotic phone-message from the Ignatieff campaign. May you burn in HELL Iggy!




















May Iggy dwell here FOREVER!

6 comments:

Steve V said...

I actually answered Ignatieff :)

Walks With Coffee said...

aahh... which part of the post are we supposed to focus on: the hallucinations and stage an intervention... why anyone would bother with the phone, which suggests control issues stemming from childhood needing a therapist... the complaints about automation indicating difficulties adjusting to modern technology... being on a liberal phone list... Iggy itchy scratchy krusty messages doh??? ... so much said so compactly...

bigcitylib said...
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bigcitylib said...

The fever and (occasional) hallucinations are real. Worst flu I've ever had.

Walks With Coffee said...

My fellow man, my humblest apology. Your post was so well written I thought it satire on the annoyances of marketing calls. Get well.

bigcitylib said...

Thanks for the compliments and good wishes, WWC. There was a bit of satire intended, but it was all "based on a true story".