Thursday, February 16, 2006
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Are you tired of not having any spare cash? Do you want to know how you can take three empty soda cans, collect the deposit and then turn that into a real estate fortune?
Two years ago the closest Ted B. ever got to a boat was those toy ones in the bathtub. Now he owns a fleet of leisure craft larger than some smaller island nations' navies. And he did it all without investing a single penny of his own money.
And so can you.
Honest.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Friday, February 03, 2006
Thursday, February 02, 2006
Monday, January 30, 2006
Friday, January 27, 2006
Jenny Update
The bad news is that Mike H. had to supply this photo to the insurance agent to show what his new Jeep, Jenny, looked like before the fire. The good news is he told the guy that there were 600 bucks worth of power tools in the back when there really weren't and, guess what, they're sending him a check for six hundred big ones.
See the honeymoon celebration here.
Thursday, January 26, 2006
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Monday, January 23, 2006
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Friday, January 20, 2006
You're wondering if this is Mike, the guy who stood up from his cubicle one day and told his boss, across the office, that she shouldn't fucking talk to him that way, that he is a human being, that he doesn't deserve this, that he doesn't, believe it or not, get up in the morning hoping to fuck projects up. You're wondering if this is the same Mike who then told her that he was going outside to smoke and after that cigarette was done he was going to light one more and maybe, just maybe, after that he was going to consider coming back to this shithole of a job. You're wondering that, right? Well, it's not that Mike you're thinking of, it's a different Mike. Though they do look pretty similar, we'll give you that.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Just wanted to pass along the good news about Mike H.'s new Jeep. Her name is Jenny, after girlfriend #7, and she's a real good ride. Had a funny thing with the starter about two weeks after he got her home, but that was under warranty and they fixed it, no problemo. So, I don't know, if you need a ride to the mall or something, or you just want to get out of the house and go for a spin, don't hesitate to give old Mike a call.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
We're talking capital-v Victory, here. Take no prisoners, wow the client, get that business done. We're talking Powerpoint presentations that make the jaw drop, spreadsheets that don't just dazzle, they impress, and leave behinds that don't get thrown away the minute you get in the car and drive back to the main office. If these things sound good to you, Ted L.'s most certainly your man.
Monday, January 16, 2006
Saturday, January 14, 2006
Friday, January 13, 2006
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
You're talking about a massive conspiracy. One that starts at the very top and winds its way all the way down to the bottom like some kind of virulent strain of kudzu. You're talking Dollars, Pesos, Swiss Francs flowing in and out of bank accounts from here to Iowa City. You're talking tracks being covered, files being burned, people being threatened. Or worse.
And there is one man, one man who just might be able to stop it. And that man's name is Mike. Mike S.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Saturday, January 07, 2006
Friday, January 06, 2006
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Monday, January 02, 2006
Friday, December 30, 2005
Thursday, December 29, 2005
Mike K. will probably tell ya there's nothing like a job well done. Nothing. Not even a job well done is like a job well done. That's the thing, it's a conundrum. But I don't want to get all philosophical on you. It's just that sitting in that patrol car all day, driving around endlessly, it just gives a man a lot of time to think. A lot of time. To think.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
How does a low-level employee in the Accounting Department, a guy so invisible that he was called Bill, John, Paul, Dale, Dick and Rod by his superiors in the very same day, how does a guy like this manage to drain 23 million dollars of the company's hard earned cash into an account at a local bank in Aruba?
Ask Ted J.
That is, if you can locate him.
Monday, December 26, 2005
Friday, December 23, 2005
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Monday, December 12, 2005
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Todd H. wanted a puppy so badly that he thought he would die. Turns out that he was so allergic to the little Springer Spaniel he got at the Pet's Mart that he almost did. Throat swelled up like a basketball, no joke. Anyhooo, to make a long story short, his mom told him to stop being a pussy about the fact that they had to go get their money back and to think outside the 'crate.' Wasn't until old Percy came along that Todd began to realize just what it meant to have a soul mate.