It was a lazy Saturday afternoon when a courier comes to my door. He hands me an envelope and has me sign for it. The only thing print on it was my name and address.
I open the envelope and read the letter. I am to report to an address on Wednesday at 1:15 PM to be tried for my ‘crimes’ but it did not list any charges! I look up the address and find it is register as my ‘local IMF Correctional Facility’.
The ‘IMF’ sounds familiar but an on-line check only finds the ‘International Monetary Fund’. I figure this is so bogus I go to work on Wednesday. At 2:20 pm a SWAT team bursts into my office, handcuffs me and leads me past the Phalanx of media still and video cameras and more microphones than I can count!!!
This can’t be good.
But I do look great!
-Malins
Tree
I open the envelope and read the letter. I am to report to an address on Wednesday at 1:15 PM to be tried for my ‘crimes’ but it did not list any charges! I look up the address and find it is register as my ‘local IMF Correctional Facility’.
The ‘IMF’ sounds familiar but an on-line check only finds the ‘International Monetary Fund’. I figure this is so bogus I go to work on Wednesday. At 2:20 pm a SWAT team bursts into my office, handcuffs me and leads me past the Phalanx of media still and video cameras and more microphones than I can count!!!
This can’t be good.
But I do look great!
-Malins
Tree