Posted
9:44 AM
by Gene
I can see
James Dickey's son passing the poor intern or clerk responsible for sorting through the bozo's e-mail, and saying with a wicked grimace from a Gahan Wilson cartoon, "How many death threats did we get today? hahaha!" And the poor intern or clerk, thoroughly petrified and his face a shade of ash or pea-soup green, or maybe a mix of both, goes on doing the thankless work knowing the bozo thinks he's a low-IQ parasite.