Sonny Vleisides, you forgot to mention about the time David McClain (Dave McClain) went to the parking lot during his break after putting in a long morning due to coming in early and falling on his head while performing cartwheels to entertain the chiropractic employees across the way just getting to work. Back at his desk facing his computer and still seeing stars, he proceeded to refund a butch of customers that weren't warranted refunds. Upon recognizing his error, he immediately sought help from some other in the office more brighter than he and his moles combined, offering to pay this person overtime working nights for about a week or so to get a handle on the issue before you find out what happened.

Sonny, you know what probably scares you the most about this post? It's that what I relay in this thread or elsewhere pertaining to BFL thanks to my discoveries is only ~20th of what I've shared with some other [off-line] entities. I come here and post mainly mundane shit and humor to give the skeleton crew at BFL something to read in between the time they're doing nothing.

Needless to say, me, Mr. So Isolate, is, has been, and will continue to fuck with BFL until ALL ill-gotten moneys has been returned to their rightful owners... or, when pigs fly, whichever happens first.

My next post will be about some gal fuckin' your brother in Italy while awaiting your release.