Root Canal

Dear Blackie:

Have you ever gotten everything pretty much in order? You know, your Jeep, your desk, your gas tank, your home away from home, your ailing best pal, your ailing best pal's mutt, your crazy mom, your helpless dad, your brother, your niece, your nephew, your jerky ex-roommate, your jerky ex-ex roommate, your Annie Princess, your Joyce, your Tommy, your attorney, your boss, your bosses' assistant, your bosses' favorite, your freaky roommates, your security whores, your lackey law
student, your good witch, your Cute Little Shawn and your external server...only to find you have a root kit on your internal server?

Signed,

CiscohmygodIcantbelievethisfuckingshit

Dear Root Canal,

This has never happened to me personally. I have never gotten my anything in order. The only ex-roommates I have don't speak to me and my crazy best pal doesn't have a mutt. So I can't help you on this one.
I suggest you get your lacky law student and your attorney together so that they can begin litigation, elimination, retribution and exaserbation of the problem. I can tell you however, that root kits are bad. They are not tight or cool in any way and can leave your butt cheeks webbed together, perforate your colon and turn you muslim. Watch out.

Blackie