[M.D. Holloway]

I just had one today - it is always some mag looking to renew my free sub.

So, I was having some real spicy Asian lunch at me desk - the kind that makes your nose drip. The phone rings and some chick from India wants to speck to me. I had a mouth full of spicey chicken and caught a good hit from some red-bullet-from-hell pepper. While she was in mind sentence I let out a "Lawd haf mercy! Thats some sort hot!" in my best rural black southern accent. She began to laugh. I went on to tell her that I was just a window washer having lunch at this mans desk. The man (me) was kind enough to always buy me spicy chicken on Mondays if I was to wash his windows for him.

"...cuz mista Holloway, he be a good man! A richous man. He feed me my spicy chicken on mondaze if Iz go an wasup hiz windose some - takes me all of an hour but mista Holloway he lets me sit at his big desk and haf my spicy chicken. Lawd haf mercy Iz just bit into anudder dem lil red-bullets-from hell peppers. MMmmm, MMMmmm, Mmmmm dat make a mans nose run and throut burn it does but Iz luvs it I do, Mmm MMmm,..."

The conversation must have lasted 10 minutes. The women still tried to get a mag to me! So, now Earl Rufus Jones of Oaklawn Texas is gonna get a free copy of Product Design and Development. Poor women could understand why ol Earl didn't haf no fax.

"Sir, what is your e-mail address?"

"E-mail? Iz gots no e-mail computor. Man can get a virus from one of does and lawd only knows I don't need no virusez - I can't be held up in bed with one of dem virusez! Iz gots to work! And on mondaze mistsa Holloway he buys me my spicey chicken if Iz wash his windas!"