Feb 02, 2010 09:43
Hrm. let me think. I'll give you the name of my country by the end of this post. That should give me enough time to think of a clever one. You know, let the basal root ganglia type the post while the prefrontal cortex tinkers away to solve the problem. *enter: big cheeky grin*
In the email inbox today: *drumroll*
Ahmed Atolabab has contacted me with a 1% interest loan offer! I quote, I give out loans via account transfer to what ever country you are.
I am not a bank and i do not require much documents.
Sweet! Ahmed is not a bank, he's just a very generous dude that is rolling in dough, enough to lend it to me for only 1% if and only if I am a country. Fortuitously, I became a country immediately after reading Ahmed's email! And bonus, since I'm a new country without much documentation, Ahmed doesn't require much. I'll just write it down on a piece of notebook paper and draw an official looking seal with a yellow highlighter. I'll have my dogs put their paw prints on it as the signing witnesses.
I shall call my country
Slap-Happy Smithland
Bazinga!
And in honor of my Canadian flisters, I shall gank the tune of your national anthem but change the lyrics to
Oh, Smithland
You are so fun-ny!
Oh, Smithland
You have Ahmed's Money!!!!
funny,
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