Originally Posted By: jfarsetta
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Perhaps my compadre Jeff is correct. But, knowing the hothead I can sometimes be, I cant help myself from just telling you to f#&k
off. There, just like a physic, I feel better now. And just like the egestive process I eluded to, so goes an accurate description of your posts.
Valid or not, I find it most interesting how you have decided to be like some kind of saviour for we lowly and most stupid members of NACHI. How noble of you to want to help us to escape the greedy clutches of the maniacal Nick Gromicko. My God, what would we do without you, Jim. Next time I run into you, please remind me who you are, so I can deliver that most personal thanks you have so intently and selflessly earned.
Quickly !!! Everyone, gather your torches. Meet me at Castle Gromicko, where we will release our humble village from the monster known as Frankengromicko. Death to the monster!!!
Once the monster is gone, we can turn to Count Morrison for guidance. He will mesmerize us with fantasies of eternal life in the world of home inspections; while his master, ASHI, drains us of our money. Once we have figured out what he has done, it will be too late. We will be forever doomed to HI lives as indentured servants. The living dead of home inspectors. Forever under the thumb of ASHI. ASHI will determine who lives and who dies in this industry.
Well? Let's get busy. Who's got the specs for these dumb-a$%
torches anyway. Who's got the kerosene? Where the he11 does Nick live?
Hey, Ive got a better idea. Let's drive a steak through ASHI's heart; one vampire at a time. Like all true vampires, Jim's likely afraid of the light. So, he snipes from the darkened corners of this bulletin board. Someone buy the poor guy a flashlight. His accusations are interesting, but meaningless. Especially for someone with no vested interest in NACHI, except to try and destroy it from the inside out.
ASHI cant stop us, so they send drones, like Jim, to do their bidding. Problem is that, just like being in the dark, Jim couldn't find his a$$ with both hands. Like I suggested, Jim, dont go away mad... just go away. Unfortunately, we cant FORCE you off this board, because we believe in openness and differing opinions; unlike that "other" association you proudly belong to.
So, tell me; when exactly is ASHI going to open its books to an outsider, or an insider for that matter? I figure right about the time when lead paint makes a comeback on playground furniture.
Bye, Jim. Its been a blast. Dont let the door hit you on the way out.
Hey Jeff! How'd I do? ![icon_wink.gif](upload://ssT9V5t45yjlgXqiFRXL04eXtqw.gif)
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"Dont let the bastards grind you down..."