Wednesday, February 2, 2011

A Trip Down Archive Lane: August 2008

Dear Cthulhu,

I'm a big fan of your work. It's most pleasant to know that someday, all the horrible things and people of this world will meet their demise at your horrific tentacles and will disturb me no longer. Even if I also succumb to your madness, it shall be with great pleasure if I can watch my enemies crumble before I go.

However, I'd like to call in one teensy little favor: Will you please devour all of my maintenance records and bills at Teh Big Yellow Repair Shop of Doom and Teh Evil Credit Card Companies?

See, I owe $2,000 for the work recently completed on my new-to-me car's suspension system, wheels, and transmission. And as I already have no job, no place to live, and hardly any money, I'd rather not have to pay that too.

The Great New Mexican Trial of Pain and Fury is only just beginning. I know you've got a pretty bad headache right now, but if it is within your mighty doom-filled tentacles to grant me amnesty from this terrible evil, I would desperately appreciate it.

Remember, this is a favor I'm calling in. You owe me for covering your butt that one time in France.

With sincere thanks,
Your partner in all things apocalyptical,

*This letter was written shortly before our move to New Mexico. I have yet to hear back from SeƱor Squidpants.

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