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!
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I actually answered Ignatieff :)
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...
The fever and (occasional) hallucinations are real. Worst flu I've ever had.
My fellow man, my humblest apology. Your post was so well written I thought it satire on the annoyances of marketing calls. Get well.
Thanks for the compliments and good wishes, WWC. There was a bit of satire intended, but it was all "based on a true story".
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