The man with no refrigerator
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-inspired by Billy, the boy with no body.
My name is John Honeck.
I am a very sober little man. My mother is typing this for me, because I can’t. She Is crying. The reason she is so sad is because I’m so sober. I live without a Google refrigerator. It doesn’t hurt, except when I try to drink warm beer.
I have an artificial refrigerator. It is bucket filled with lukewarm water. Its the best I could do on account of me having no money or large AdWords accounts.
I would like to have a real Google refrigerator, but I need more links to this web site, or this one, or is it this one? The soberness has made my head clear and I cannot even think straight. I can barely work because nobody designs websites while sober. I just looked down at my lukewarm bucket of water. I am sad again.
I hope you will help me. You can help me if you leave a comment or link to those websites, then write an email to everyone you know telling them to do the same. Forward it to people you don’t know, the too. Mr. Schwartz said that for every person you forward this email to, Larry Page will team up with Microsoft and send a referral to Dan Perry. With those referrals, Dan Perry will collect links from bloggers all over America.
Every time you forward this letter, Dan Perry can get more links and my dream will be closer to coming true. Please help me. I am so sad and and I want a Google refrigerator. I don’t want my beer to get warm before the super bowl.
If you don’t forward this email, that’s okay. It just means you’re a mean and heartless bastard who doesn’t care about a poor little man with only a lukewarm bucket for a refrigerator. If you don’t it will stew in the raw pit of your own guilt-ridden stomach, hoping you die a long slow, horrible death and then burn forever in hell. All of your links will be nofollowed.
What kind of cruel person are you that you can’t take five freakin’ minutes to forward this to all your friends so that they can feel guilt and shame about Ignoring a poor, sober thirty-nine-year-old man? Please help me.
I try to be happy, but it’s hard. I wish I had a kitty. I wish I could drink with a kitty. I wish I could drink with kitty that wouldn’t chew on me and try to pee in my lukewarm beer bucket. I wish that very much.
Thank You,
John “Shakes” Honeck

