Hi Wayne,
Believe it or not, it's about a case in which — nobody here is involved. See, there are these two guys arguing in Chicago. One guy (Mr. P) says that the other (Mr. M) is a money-laundering mobster. Mr. P thinks he lost all his money on AZNT because of organized crime and money-launderers. Mr. M thought AZNT has a completely incompetent CEO, so Mr. M assumed a short position. As it turns out, AZNT really has a completely incompetent CEO.
So here's the weird part: Mr. P actually (now) agrees that AZNT really has a completely incompetent CEO. But still believes that Mr. M is a money-laundering mobster anyway. Thus, we who have nothing to do with two guys arguing in Chicago over defamation and libel, are expected by Mr. P to give up our credit card numbers which will somehow prove that Mr. M is a money-laundering mobster. I've never met Mr. M, seen him, or even talked to him, but there's something in my credit card number (and 40 others here) that says he's a mobster. I looked at mine, examined all the digits, held it backwards, massaged it over a candle, looked at it in the mirror, burnt incense over it, called a 1-900 psychic, put it on top of my stereo speaker (magnetic stripe down), and poured chicken blood over it trying to find the secret info that Mr. P is looking for. No luck! Must be one of those ancient Sicilian cryptic codes.
Unless Mr. P is just an idiot. |
