Dear Michael Dell:
Having read your company's internal policy on spyware, let me just say: Fuck you. Fuck you up the ass with a rusty pole wrapped in stinging nettles.
Love,
Adam (who, along with the rest of his division, had to content with hundreds of spyware and virus-infected machines this fall)
Having read your company's internal policy on spyware, let me just say: Fuck you. Fuck you up the ass with a rusty pole wrapped in stinging nettles.
Love,
Adam (who, along with the rest of his division, had to content with hundreds of spyware and virus-infected machines this fall)