What my plan was when I created the ZOT

(and how I ended up) ^ | June 28, 2010 | Lord Dagon

[DagonofAlbion]

I deposit the Risk into the account of a dummy finance company for management, called the republican party.

Then, I deposit the damage into the account of a dummy corporation for control, called the democratic party.

I leave all the bible belt religions as spoilers, or third parties; putting them down as department store chains. To stave off the profit into the mints money burning facility, to insure that the money is worthless in terms of pragmatic value, and is only practical believed values.

And the Black market is pimped as bad but, even losing even your kindeys in a hotel bathtub on a drunk, is a value laundering scheme...

Thank you all for your input and participation!!!

[Tax-chick]

Good for you!

And thanks for the advice. I’ll let the attorney know I want more.

[Monkey Face]

:o])

It’s your right to have the maximum amount, after all you went through. Just remembering how laid up you were should be some great incentive!

[Tax-chick]

Well, yes. I assume none of us wants to go to court - I don’t have time! - so I will tell the lawyer to tell them I want more.

[Monkey Face]

In my case, the insurance company settled the day before we were due in court. It was worth the wait.

Stand firm!

[Darksheare]

Rescuing Lindts?
*chewing*
Ummm, Uh oh.

[Monkey Face]

*snort*

[Tax-chick]

I’ll keep that in mind. I think Mr. Hanner, who after all is being paid a percentage, won’t mind telling them we expect more.

[Monkey Face]

:o])

[Darksheare]

Don’t snort teh Lindt, it causes difficulty breathing.

[Tax-chick]

Well, yeah. And you could get a fire in your bronchial passages. OldTax-lady is always warning me about dryer-fires, although we’ve never had one anywhere in the family.

[Monkey Face]

Lindt Truffles. Cure what ails ya.

[Tax-chick]

Sounds good!

[Monkey Face]

And I’m going to bed. I hope I can sleep tonight.

See ya!

[sionnsar]

Schlafen Sie gut!

[NicknamedBob]

"My attorney has an offer from the insurance company of the car that hit me (last October) of less than half what he requested."

When you send out the next letter, be sure to include a photograph, labeled "these are the surviving members of the family involved in the collision".

[NicknamedBob]

"Rescuing Lindts?"

I have not spoken much about the race of Lindts, because I, and they, agree that they get along better with us when we seem unaware of them.

They are strange beings, reduced even one more dimension from the mythical "A Square" from Flatland. However, we have found ways to get along peaceably. They are great collectors of information, adding it somehow to what constitutes their genetic complement.

Being so relatively small and flexible, they are remarkably durable. They hitch rides with us most everywhere we go, and then find ways to get together eventually to pass on their adventures.

Their "racial memory" is exactly that, a memory that is shared among their entire race, as they get together in those secret assemblies where everyone has the floor at the same time.

[ThomasThomas]

I don’t remember 1957.

[Tax-chick]

I was born in 1966.

[Tax-chick]

[NicknamedBob]

"I don’t remember 1957."

It was a good year. Trust me.