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This is an actual email exchange from me, playing the part of IT Manger, and a rather articulate marketing user, Tristan. He started the prose and I continued it. Blame him for the results. He started it!
==============< User >==============
Riddle me this, riddle me that:
Why can't I get onto the internet
from where I'm at?
==============< IT >==============
I do not know, I cannot say
Why it seems to be that way.
Perhaps it's a case of very bad luck
or maybe we just don't give a $%*#!!
==============< User >==============
By how you speak and what you say,
I should have guessed you felt that way.
So to you, Mr. Computer Man,
I say, drag your mouse,
use up your RAM,
but I can not
I will not
eat green eggs and ham
==============< IT >==============
(sung to the tune of Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer)
Tristan, you once-gimp writer,
how you write such wonderful prose.
But if you tried to publish,
others would tend to say it blows.
All of the rhymes and reasons,
that you pack within your frames.
It's all a buncha hooey,
worse than writing smut for dames.
==============< User >==============
I wish I may, I wish I might,
Have internet access,
by tonight.
But if I should not, before I leave,
I wish a thousand viruses,
to the man called Steve.
==============< IT >==============
Oh my God, oh my god, I don't know what to say.
Will I ever get this damned thing fixed...
I can ooooonly hooooope aaaand praaaaaaaaay!!!
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