and now a word from chief rhoreerer

I have recently found out that my job has nothing to do with Indians.  This makes me very sad and despondent and despondent has nothing to do with newspapers.  That man they make me see every week, told me that it means something else.  

So let me rephrase myself, but you should know that doing that too much will make hair grow on your palms, that man also told me that too.  So here goes “I have recently found out that my job has nothing to do with Indians.  This makes me very sad and something else.”

So anyway, back to the mail.  Most of the mail this week is the same as it was last week.  It arrives in envelopes and has paper inside it where people write things.  The thing they write the most is “How does a moron like you keep his job?” to which I write back “Because around here I’m a fucking intellectual giant, a bastion of brilliance, I mean, have you ever talked to a Fairfax County Cop? They think sexual battery is something in a dildo”

Also, we’re the only government in the world that makes the elected people who are supposed to oversee the police department keep their offices inside the police department….you really think they’re gonna rule against us under those living conditions?  As long as we got that scam go’n, I’m safe.”    

Speaking of body hair, you know, just because I use to have a mustache like this, it doesn’t mean I use to act in porn flicks back in the 70’s. I wasn’t even going for that look ….let me ask you something, do you sometimes hear little men telling you to do things? I mean like, you know…weird things?...cause I……….