Greetings, Laff Lovers!!!
Let's take a look at my email from the last few weeks, shall we...
Fogie, Where the hell are my Follies?
-Everybody, their brothers and the horses
they rode in on
Well, it all started the Friday before Thanksgiving (imagine flashback
sequence here)...
"Hey, Fogie," said JOE
as he drifted into my office. The internal server is almost at capacity
with all of your guys' crap. I'm gonna go ahead and add some more storage
before you completely bog down the system. I'll do it over the weekend
since I'll be off all next week."
(Now imagine one of those movie sequences that shows time passing...
you know, clock hands spinning and then calendar pages being torn off,
that sort of thing, until you get to Monday...)
Knox came crashing into my office, chewing a piece of Bazooka JOE
bubble gum. "Where the hell are my Follier files?"
"What are you ranting about?" I asked, pouring myself another
cup of JOE.
Then Dwight JOggEd
in. "I can't find any of our graphics... no images, no buttons,
no banners, no lines, no funny pics. Not even that really funny one
that JerOmE
from JOliEt,
Il. sent in."
Before I could even answer, Chet was JOckEying
for position. "All my advertising and sales files are gone!"
As much as I usually enJOyEd
seeing the boys' veins pop out on their wee brains, i could tell this
was nothing to reJOicE
about. So, I turned down the JOE
Walsh cd that I was listening to and asked, "Is this some kinda
JOkE?"
I turned to my pc and tried to caJOlE
it into showing me my folly files. No luck... everything gone, wiped
cleaner than my chin after eating sloppy JOEs.
"Jumpin' JehOsEphat,"
I cried.
"See," said Chet. "What the hell did JOE
do to our files?!?"
"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa," I said. "We don't have any evidence
that points to him doing this. He only added another storage drive over
the weekend and he's certainly not just some JOE
Blow off the street when it comes to the servers. And I simply will
not allow you to go around accusing people of things without thoroughly
examining the situation. What do you think this is, communist Russia
under JOsEph
Stalin?"
Just then my phone rang. "I'm sorry, Aunt JOycE,
but I'm kinda in the middle of a huge problem. I'll have to call you
back. tell Uncle JerOmE
'hello' for me."
Then Dwight and Knox JOinEd
Chet in the accusation. "That JOkEr
lost all of our work. It will take us weeks to get everything rebuilt!
The readers are gonna be JOnEsin'
hard for their Follies and then the nasty emails will really start flying.
You know it ticks off every average JOE
when they can't tell you how much they hate you!"
"Look, guys," I said, "I'm just not a 'blame it on somebody'
kinda dude without some solid evidence to back it up. And i won't play
the blame game when the man isn't
even here to defend himself. You have to have faith in people, especially
this time of year. I mean what if JOsEph
hadn't had faith in Mary?"
They JOustEd
with me a bit more, but finally calmed down and we adJOurnEd.
Anyway, Folliers, however it happened, and I'm certainly not gonna
point the finger at JOE,
we truly lost our stockpiles of JOkEs,
lists, pics, quotes, links, and yes, even nekkid Follier submissions.
They have simply JOurnEyed
into the black hole of our server somewhere. So, if you had sent anything
into us prior to November 24 and it hasn't been published, please resubmit
it to us and help us rebuild our pool.
Well, I better call Aunt JOycE
and Uncle JerOmE
back and then I think I'll listen to my JOE
Cocker cd.
Happy New Year, Folliers. All our best to you and your families. It's
nice to be back.
JocOsEly,
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