In typical halfwit fashion:
Thank you for your kind attention. I saw your post on
> alt.locksmithing. You may wish to follow me to the other
> groups I attend, which include the Linux group, and also the
> Mormon group. You may also wish to post similar slams on the
> various software, corvette, machine working, gerbil, and
> hamster groups. Be sure to also slam the various binaries
> groups I post Mormon pictures.
>
> How long did it take to type all that? Are you a ten finger
> typist, or do you hunt and peck? What could you have been
> doing in the time it took you to write that? I'm a ten
> finger typist, and it only took me about one minute to rip
> off this very polite reply.
>
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>
> Christopher A. Young
> Learn more about Jesus
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So why do you assume I was talking about you? LOL
I was having some problems with the AC unit in my flat and
> so I called out
> to a repair technician. Well he sounded a bit bloody strange
> on the phone
> talking about the Mormon church and how I needed to be saved
> by Jesus. he
> also slurred his speech a bit but it was bloody hot and he
> was nearby so I
> said come over and have a look.
>
> Well he, Chris, that was his name, he shows up and right
> away I can smell
> the liquor on him he's talking some more about the bloody
> Morman church when
> all I want is to have my bloody AC fixed, so I'm quite
> nervous now but I
> think to myself, well just show him where the bloody thing
> is and have it
> done with. So I take him to it and he starts poking around
> it like a randy
> dog around a bitch in heat. He takes the cover off and pokes
> around a bit
> more and then pokes his fingers into an electrical switch
> looking thing and
> jumps back in pain screaming and cursing, I thought those
> bloody Mormons
> said they were bloody Christians? I've never heard a bloody
> Christian utter
> those words I can tell you that. I've always thought they
> were a bloody cult
> myself like those people in the airport. Anyway now this
> bloody Mormon is
> screaming at me!! Saying I didn't tell him the bloody AC had
> electricity to
> it. He's ranting like a crazy man. I began to wish I hadn't
> locked up my
> bloody shotgun I can tell you that. Well now I tell him to
> just go ahead and
> be on his way and I'll find someone else who can fix it. He
> calms down a bit
> and says no no he can do it just let him alone and let him
> work on it.
> Priding myself on being a reasonable sort and having learned
> that you yanks
> can sometimes be a bit eccentric I let him have at it. Well
> I wasn't gone 15
> bloody minutes and I thought perhaps I'd best have a look
> back in on him,
> well I go and look and the bloody AC is torn to bloody
> pieces, if I didn't
> know what it was I wouldn't even recognize the bloody thing.
> The bloody
> repairman, Chris, yes that was his name, is looking at the
> parts and
> obviously trying to figure how in the bloody hell they go
> back together. He
> hasn't seen me yet and begins muttering to himself about the
> @#$ $%#$
> (*&^%$% AC and the British ^&*() who owns it!!!!! I mean my
> god I've been
> called a bloody ^&%$ before but I would at least like to
> bloody well deserve
> it!!! Then he starts praying!!!! At first couldn't believe
> it but he was
> praying for help to fix my bloody AC, after the language he
> was using he
> would be better to ask the bloody almighty for forgiveness
> or a better
> vocabulary I would bloody well say. This goes on for some
> time and finally
> he gets some of it back together and turns on the bloody
> power, well it just
> sounded like a bloody bomb went off!! There was bloody smoke
> everywhere and
> when I looked back the bloody AC was on fire. Chris ran back
> into my kitchen
> and started throwing open my cupboard doors and throwing my
> things to the
> bloody floor screaming for a pail!!! He found something like
> what he was
> looking for and filled it with water dumping half of it on
> his way to the
> AC. He finally got it out but my bloody carpet is ruined and
> half my good
> dishes are bloody broken from his mad dash about! I mean he
> was running
> about like a cow with the mad cow disease. Now he tells me
> that my bloody AC
> was defective and I need a whole bloody new one!! Well by
> now I'm getting
> ready to unlock my bloody shotgun and am glad my father
> taught me how to use
> one. Instead somehow reason gets the better of me and I just
> send him on his
> bloody way before I do go and fetch that bloody shotgun. Now
> I have no
> bloody AC and no bloody AC unit. I call another repair man.
> Needless to say
> I'm very nervous this time. He seems like he knows what he's
> talking about,
> no slurred speech, no quoting of scripture so I have him
> come out. He looks
> at the AC and shakes his head saying he's never seen such a
> bloody butcher
> job in all his bloody life but he thinks he can fix it, says
> the bloody
> butcher who was working on it has everything half arsed
> backwards. Well it
> takes him a long time and some cursing of his own but he
> gets the AC fixed
> and we are talking and it turns out he knows all about this
> bloody Mormon
> Chris. He even gets alot of his work from jobs the bloody
> idiot fouls up!!
> He says this bloody Chris is also a bloody butcher locksmith
> who kicks in
> peoples bloody doors and the like!! Well from now on anytime
> someone bloody
> annoys me and I know they need work done on something I am
> going to give
> them this bloody Mormons number. Put him to good use for
> once.
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