Wednesday, 24 December 2008
Come In Maltese Falcon HQ, Etc.
Jez, Jimmy hasn’t heard from you in a while and now he sees this on the fucking news and he thinks “Hey, what the fuck is this? Why hasn’t Jez got in touch regarding comms operations off the Maltese coast?”
Smells funny to Jimmy. Like when they collect the garbage in 4th Street on Thursdays and don’t do a good job cleaning the fucking sidewalk afterwards. Comms channels ruptured and a fucking French robot called Hector going in to fix them? What the fuck is this? Why isn’t The Organization in control of this operation, huh?
In other news, Nicky sent me an email a while ago—he’s in some bank operation in London or something. I’m pretty sure I replied like Jimmy always does, but then I didn’t hear back again. Going to have to find the Man From Malay and get him to get in touch with the family again. People THINKING ONLY BUSINESS and FORGETTING ABOUT FAMILY worry Jimmy.
Oh yeah, Merry Fucking Christmas to everybody! Have some nice porchetta for me, and if you’re a fucking vegetarian, or, god help you, a fucking vegan, then at least have some FUCKING NICE FAKE CHOCOLATE CAKE in the DE-HY-DRATOR for me!! Just don’t forget to cook it while you’re waiting for your pizza that you put in the oven yesterday.
Couple more things:
- Forget about the gas and oil prices, the real emergency is upon us.
- Still stumped about the Xmas present and don’t mind being a few days late? Go get one of these on Ebay.
Merry Jimmy out!!