Dear Hammer

by Johnny Debacle

Dear Hammer Paulson,

I’m sorry Hank, it’s not you it, it’s me. I have been violently ill all morning after playing “donkey races” on Sunday. Tequila, speed and tenacity are at once a great combination and a miserable spectacle. Exclusively the latter the next day. And my puking all over your bailout plan has nothing to do with its merits. It looks great, a good win for you and you should be proud. Seriously, good stuff. Like I said dude, donkeys races. Blame the donkey races. I’m sure I’ll be fine by like tomorrow. Or 2014.

T. Market

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  1. Strattie
    September 29th, 2008 | 12:29 pm

    I was wondering why the hell I was regurgitating the whole of Sunday morning… what a fool I was thinking it was mixing Booker’s, Mount Gay, and Grey Goose…

  2. MacroGod
    September 29th, 2008 | 1:20 pm

    Take gun, put in mouth, pull the trigger.

  3. st0ckp1ck3r
    September 29th, 2008 | 3:52 pm

    Democracy in its infinite wisdom has spoken. Whether for good or bad we have to accept the decision and move on…

  4. P Brooks
    September 29th, 2008 | 4:48 pm

    The Hammer weeps for you.

    You ingrates.