I Spy With My Little Eye.

Mr.B In Chicago:
I spy with my Little Eye
or
Mr.B - Dignity = Fun!

As captain of this particular love boat, allow me to welcome you aboard with
a lame, form letter explanation...
Before, I hack out a single word of this email, Allow me to welcome new
subscribers to my email list. Welcome.
For some reason or another, you have been added to my email list and will be
subject to a seemingly random, series of emails updating you on my life. I
write these Mass Emails to stay in touch with people. But, do not fear the
cold nature of my Mass Emails. Please know that if you take the time to
respond to something that I write, I will ALWAYS take the time to write you
back.
I promise never to forward anything to you. No bad jokes. No Missing Children
report. And definitely no more Pass This Email on to 20 people and you will
get 324.16 in GapDollars. I will only send you something that is important to
me.
I also promise to send these emails to you anonymously. Thus no one else
could steal your email address and ruin your life.
If you like what I write, email me back. I invite comment. Positive or
otherwise. If you have suggestions about how this could be less a pain and
more a pleasure, by all means, let me know. If this annoys you and you do not
have use of your "Delete" key, ask to be taken off the list. No hard
feelings.
Otherwise, Welcome, Villkomen, dear friend, and read on...

Okay, here is something short for you to enjoy.

See if you can follow the Trail of Disaster here and see what is coming...

What happens when a theatre intern leaves, what we thought was, her camera on
our stage, unprotected?
Well, we steal it and take pictures of ourselves doing asinine things and
waste the rest of her film. Or rather, my good friend Adam, does and I
go along with the plan, because if I don't, he will hit me on the head.

And what happens when the Marketing Assistant, Jeremy comes later that day to
collect the Theatre's Camera, which the intern was using to take pictures of
the set build?

Well, he naturally takes it to the nearby grocery store to develop the film.

And what happens when he finds many, many pictures of one of the theatre's
employees acting a turd on lots of pictures, that the theatre now owns.

Well, he puts them up on a secret link to the theatre's webpage for the whole
world to enjoy. And laughs. Loudly.

Now you can too.

Follow the link below, to find the hidden webpage filled with nothing but
yours truly acting a turd. But be forewarned, this is hour twelve of a
fourteen hour workday that you are seeing. I do not look like a healthy
individual. Or even a sane one. I look dirty and angry and drunk. And I was
not drunk. Or sane.

Enjoy my misery.

Mr.B

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