Just another one of those jew-lie days when you do a little of this and then it's time to get the mail. One of the rules is "don't stand at the mailbox going through the pile" because . . well, I never got the reason but anyway, back at the ranch and I see an envelope with a Stanford return address. It's sent to me so I open it and it's a letter thanking me for my check and then listing name, address, spouse, place of birth, etc. for me to verify before it goes to the printer. The complementary close included the signature block from Carly, Carly Fiorina. WT effen F? I had nothing to do with Stanford and neither did Carly Fiorina and what check were they confirming? This is not like the usual Nigerian scam shit that goes right in the trash so I re-read it and the words were there to "do nothing if the info is correct" so I pondered why anyone would want a refutation for what purpose. I felt mischievous and wrote in the comments area for corrections "Carly blew Jim Plunkett" and mailed it. Two weeks later I received another Stanford letter in which Carly hand wrote" the Plunkett BJ was an unfounded rumor started by a guy on the HP board of directors". I went with this comment this time "You went to M.I.T., Carly so knock off the Stanford ruse, Hugs Jumbo Jim". Two weeks later a limo pulled into the driveway and a guy in a black golf shirt got out and handed me this package. I opened it and here's what it contained:

it appears to be just one more example of he got out of bed when the urge for coffee outweighed the pain of existence.