[Pieces of Fuck: Part 3]
by YBLalat

Few days back, somebody I had no idea who tried to send an e-card to me. [You ask: Why did he use the word 'tried'?] The email was directly emailed to me (or so I think) via lalat_1881@hotmail.com and it had no signs that a massive email-duplicating server was involved in its making i.e. a personal e-card.

Its link arrived safe and sound in my inbox one morning and being a curious cat that I am, I clicked on it to see the card and, hopefully, who the dang sent me an e-card. (Was it you, Anas of Kajang? It was you, wasn't it? You poophead!) As far as my exponentially-decaying brain could remember, my actual birthday was a few months back (and nobody sent me anything - shame on you!)

So, I saw no obvious reason for a damn e-card to be in my inbox. Well, of course, other than the fact that I have legions of network-ed secret admirers (ala Al-Qaeda) from all parts of the world. [You say: (Whilst laugh hysterically) What a great example of a self butt-licker! Pathetic suck-up!]

*Click* "Well, hello there...hey, what the...?"

The e-card sent to you was unable to be viewed due to an error made by the sender. Thank you and come again.

And so, the tale ends here with me murmuring to myself in dismay: "Piece of fuck."