Just to let each of you know who've emailed and written to us recently, this is Scott typing, and I'd like to admit to a weary public that I'm horrible. Absolutely horrible.
I read each of your emails, trust me. I do read them.
Though you'd never know it.
So, I thought I'd take some time here to do some mass replies right here:
Angels can be friends, I agree.
I love the Easter Story cookies.
I treasure my civil liberties as well.
Yes, 100,000 lawyers at the bottom of the sea is a good start (sorry to all my lawyer friends).
No, I've not sent this on to 18 people in the 32.8 minutes after I read your email; I doubt anything will appear on my screen.
Red, and Huey Lewis & the News.
Bill Gates isn't contacting me to give me a cold, more or less $1 million.
There is NO Bill 602P, and Congress is not angling to tax emails. If and when they do, I'll sign your petition.
It's a week into the season, and I'm not concerned.
Yes.
No.
Five.
Of course.
Not this time.
I'm married, but thank you for the offer.
I don't need your club; I'm satisfied with my hair (or lack thereof) right now.
There's no way you can offer me that & still make a profit, so no.
I don't need "Bob" or any of his pills. Get back to me in 20 years or so.
There are no "toxic fumes" from pumpkins (I promise, I got one like this).
Now that I've got that off of my chest, I can go back to ignoring you.
Sunday, April 08, 2007
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