Ever heard the story of a farmer who found out that someone had been stealing watermelons from his garden? He couldn't catch the wily thief, so one day, he put up a sign that said "one of these melons is poisoned".
What goes for watermelons apparently also goes for due diligence reports.
Yesterday, one of the partners sent Wahbert to ask the Queen for a due diligence report that she had prepared for a client, despite allegations that he had stolen the client from the Queen. This other partner was going to use the Queen's report and just update it, rather than doing the work from scratch. He gets to do this to the Queen because the poor Queen has inadvertently incurred the wrath of the Master of the Universe, Supreme Ruler of WoW.
The Queen was in a truly precarious position. There is a charge of treason hanging above her head and the King all but has a knife at her throat. With her hands tied, the Queen was in no position to refuse handing over the report. But the Queen did not become Queen by being easily cowed. She looked at Wahbert calmly and said, "You can have it, but the minute you open it, you will be subject to a higher standard of care because you may find all sorts of things in the report that you would not otherwise have."
The result? The other partner will be doing his own due diligence without using the Queen's report and the Queen cannot be said to have refused to cooperate. Long live the Queen!
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
I hate merchant bankers
Wahbert just came back from a meeting with further proof of why she dislike merchant bankers.
A point of law came up for discussion, and the merchant banker cut it off by saying "that may be so, but we are not here for a legal debate with you. In our experience, the Commission takes a different view" Later on during the meeting, the client again had another point of law to discuss, so she directed the question at the merchant banker and said, "with your dearth of experience, what do you think?" and the merchant banker happily prattled on about what he kNoWs the Commission would say or do.
Dearth, of course, means a scarcity or lack of... in other words, that big gaping hole where experience should be.
A point of law came up for discussion, and the merchant banker cut it off by saying "that may be so, but we are not here for a legal debate with you. In our experience, the Commission takes a different view" Later on during the meeting, the client again had another point of law to discuss, so she directed the question at the merchant banker and said, "with your dearth of experience, what do you think?" and the merchant banker happily prattled on about what he kNoWs the Commission would say or do.
Dearth, of course, means a scarcity or lack of... in other words, that big gaping hole where experience should be.
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
usually im quite nice... really!
Today, Wahbert receives an email attaching pictures of a dozen homeless dogs that are in need of shelter. Wahbert does not like said sender and finds email annoying. Wahbert sends link to http://www.petsorfood.com
Somehow I just know that it's moments like these that will come back to haunt me when I'm old alone miserable and wondering why :)
Somehow I just know that it's moments like these that will come back to haunt me when I'm old alone miserable and wondering why :)
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Battle of the Corporate Floor
A long long time ago Wahbert had a kingdom in an online game - Utopia. In memory of a general that died in one of the many battles fought in Utopia, Wahbert wrote a poem "Evermore". Ten years later and shackled in the drab space of WoW, Wahbert finds herself faced with another desperate situation.
Battle of the Corporate Floor
This is a story of an old old war,
About the soldiers of the Corporate Floor;
It goes on today like it did before,
Like history caught in a revolving door.
The soldiers have traded in their armour plate,
To fight in pinstriped suits on an hourly rate;
But fight we did and long do we wait,
For the final outcome - our partnership fate.
It was the year two thousand and six
The soldiers crumbled like rotten sticks;
Some deserted in search of better picks,
Others down with illnesses the docs can't fix.
So from a dozen men we are down to five,
Not that anyone can tell if we're dead or alive;
But still the generals struggle and strive
to put off a much needed recruitment drive.
The five of us we are the Corporate's best,
We are the ones who withstood the test;
With only five can you compete with the rest?
Only five? Hah! We could do with less!
Watch us clinch our clients another deal,
Help 'em wipe out competition at a steal;
Once we smack on it the company seal,
If they dispute we'll go for the appeal.
Onward march thy Corporate army!
To the bold and stalwart, eternal glory!
Seize the day and claim your victory,
Before you're overdue for heart surgery.
We will march when we hear the battle cry,
O'er mountains high and through valleys dry;
We might hide some murders, swindle and lie,
But we're the Corporate soldiers and we'll never die!
Battle of the Corporate Floor
This is a story of an old old war,
About the soldiers of the Corporate Floor;
It goes on today like it did before,
Like history caught in a revolving door.
The soldiers have traded in their armour plate,
To fight in pinstriped suits on an hourly rate;
But fight we did and long do we wait,
For the final outcome - our partnership fate.
It was the year two thousand and six
The soldiers crumbled like rotten sticks;
Some deserted in search of better picks,
Others down with illnesses the docs can't fix.
So from a dozen men we are down to five,
Not that anyone can tell if we're dead or alive;
But still the generals struggle and strive
to put off a much needed recruitment drive.
The five of us we are the Corporate's best,
We are the ones who withstood the test;
With only five can you compete with the rest?
Only five? Hah! We could do with less!
Watch us clinch our clients another deal,
Help 'em wipe out competition at a steal;
Once we smack on it the company seal,
If they dispute we'll go for the appeal.
Onward march thy Corporate army!
To the bold and stalwart, eternal glory!
Seize the day and claim your victory,
Before you're overdue for heart surgery.
We will march when we hear the battle cry,
O'er mountains high and through valleys dry;
We might hide some murders, swindle and lie,
But we're the Corporate soldiers and we'll never die!
Thursday, February 16, 2006
fffflippp
You know those books you have when you're young where if you flip the corner of the pages you get a little moving picture? Like the one with Pooh shagging Eeyore or OOOops.. I mean, the one with the kid on a swing? Well you know what I mean.
Today, a partner came into Wahbert's room and started flipping the corner of Wahbert's Companies Act, which had the great misfortune of being on her desk. As he was speaking (and flipping), Wahbert just stared and stared at her book with her mouth twisted in distaste until the partner desisted with the offending act.
The point of this post is....
What should Wahbert start drawing in the corner of every page...?
Today, a partner came into Wahbert's room and started flipping the corner of Wahbert's Companies Act, which had the great misfortune of being on her desk. As he was speaking (and flipping), Wahbert just stared and stared at her book with her mouth twisted in distaste until the partner desisted with the offending act.
The point of this post is....
What should Wahbert start drawing in the corner of every page...?
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Manufacturing Marxists
Wahbert came to work in a pretty skirt and a pink cardigan. Imagine a walking botanical gardens and you pretty much have it. Halfway through the day, Wahbert received an urgent call for her to attend a meeting in a client's manufacturing facility.
Upon arrival at the security checkpoint, Wahbert was told by the security guard, "You must button up your top fully! They are very strict here!" and she proceeded to do it for Wahbert, then clipping a security tag right under Wahbert's throat. What was Wahbert doing through all this? Honestly, Wahbert was too stumped to do much beyond gaping at her.
Then Wahbert was led to the building, where people were milling about with blue plastic bags on their feet. Newcomers silently approached a large metal dispenser stuffed with similar plastic bags (which looked a lot like oval shaped shower caps) and mechanically donned on the blue plastic. What is the deal??? Wahbert was consumed with the feeling that she has stumbled upon a Marxist stronghold where entire proletarian populations are churned out with every batch of microchips manufactured.
AHA! So that is where the communists fled after the post-war insurgence! Wahbert will consider approaching their leader to rise against the tyranny of wealth by utterly destroying the embodiment of capitalism - Valentines Day.
By the way, let it be for the record that NOTHING goes with blue shower caps on your feet.
Upon arrival at the security checkpoint, Wahbert was told by the security guard, "You must button up your top fully! They are very strict here!" and she proceeded to do it for Wahbert, then clipping a security tag right under Wahbert's throat. What was Wahbert doing through all this? Honestly, Wahbert was too stumped to do much beyond gaping at her.
Then Wahbert was led to the building, where people were milling about with blue plastic bags on their feet. Newcomers silently approached a large metal dispenser stuffed with similar plastic bags (which looked a lot like oval shaped shower caps) and mechanically donned on the blue plastic. What is the deal??? Wahbert was consumed with the feeling that she has stumbled upon a Marxist stronghold where entire proletarian populations are churned out with every batch of microchips manufactured.
AHA! So that is where the communists fled after the post-war insurgence! Wahbert will consider approaching their leader to rise against the tyranny of wealth by utterly destroying the embodiment of capitalism - Valentines Day.
By the way, let it be for the record that NOTHING goes with blue shower caps on your feet.
Friday, January 27, 2006
Bad Investment
Wahbert recently learnt that blue chips are for chipmunks.
It happened like this:
Times have not been good and the market shaky, but every so often people become restless with the same balance in their bank accounts. Wahbert is no different and a particular counter caught her eye. The company is well-established, loaded and very much sought after. Something like investing in national oil and gas companies. In short, Wahbert was impatient to invest and the counter looked pretty damn good.
Like most blue chip stocks, the cost of investment was high. But Wahbert thought, what the hell, the investment will pay for itself in less than no time, so Wahbert bought.
At the beginning, the company was performing and prospects looked good. Most of all, Wahbert loved the idea of holding blue chip stock. It was empowering. After awhile though, Wahbert began to notice that the controllers were not always accountable. Furthermore, the company absolutely refused to declare dividends, even though it was making money and had massive reserves! Worst of all, Wahbert realised that she was only a minority interest and the company treats its minority interest like dirt.
Readers, choose your ending:
Ending One
The next time Wahbert thinks to "make her money grow", she will put it in topsoil and water daily.
Ending Two
I wonder in how many more ways I can objectify and disparage the Stapler.
It happened like this:
Times have not been good and the market shaky, but every so often people become restless with the same balance in their bank accounts. Wahbert is no different and a particular counter caught her eye. The company is well-established, loaded and very much sought after. Something like investing in national oil and gas companies. In short, Wahbert was impatient to invest and the counter looked pretty damn good.
Like most blue chip stocks, the cost of investment was high. But Wahbert thought, what the hell, the investment will pay for itself in less than no time, so Wahbert bought.
At the beginning, the company was performing and prospects looked good. Most of all, Wahbert loved the idea of holding blue chip stock. It was empowering. After awhile though, Wahbert began to notice that the controllers were not always accountable. Furthermore, the company absolutely refused to declare dividends, even though it was making money and had massive reserves! Worst of all, Wahbert realised that she was only a minority interest and the company treats its minority interest like dirt.
Readers, choose your ending:
Ending One
The next time Wahbert thinks to "make her money grow", she will put it in topsoil and water daily.
Ending Two
I wonder in how many more ways I can objectify and disparage the Stapler.
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Prefab Angpows
Christmas and New Year just passed and Wahbert is counting the days until the Chinese New Year and the public holidays that come with it. One WoW-ian was commenting on how much she was looking forward to the actual preparation leading up to CNY. Wahbert remembers a time long ago when she actually enjoyed shopping for CNY goodies, decorating the house and helping her mom wrap "angpows", little red packets with moolah in em. Good stuff.
Thinking back, Wahbert cannot for the life of her imagine what thrill there is to be gotten from sealing away good money to be given to random strangers, particularly when it is her inheritance that is going into it. But Wahbert supposes that since it has been done for centuries it must continue to be so. Far be it for Wahbert to stand in the way of tradition, especially when Wahbert is still on the receiving end. But the actual task of filling angpows, now that is a different story, a needless senseless task. so Wahbert got this idea. Since it is always brand new crisp notes that people want and you have to go to the bank to get those, and since the banks are the ones who supply most of the red packets, why not prefab the angpows? Picture this:
Man goes up to cashier and say, I want to break this RM100 note into fivers and could I have some red packets please. Imagine how delighted he would be if the cashier gives him 20 little red packets each tenderly filled with a crisp RM5 note, neatly folded and sealed to perfection? After all, isn't consistency the beauty of mass-production? The bank earns the customer's goodwill, Wahbert gets some holiday money from the bank. Everybody's happy.
Wahbert's production line will consist of a bunch of children (highly trained in the ancient art of paper-folding), chopsticks and glue. Perhaps Wahbert will charge parents a daycare fee for taking on the kids. Perhaps not, Wahbert is in a festive mood. Naturally the children will be paid... in candy. If they're good.
Thinking back, Wahbert cannot for the life of her imagine what thrill there is to be gotten from sealing away good money to be given to random strangers, particularly when it is her inheritance that is going into it. But Wahbert supposes that since it has been done for centuries it must continue to be so. Far be it for Wahbert to stand in the way of tradition, especially when Wahbert is still on the receiving end. But the actual task of filling angpows, now that is a different story, a needless senseless task. so Wahbert got this idea. Since it is always brand new crisp notes that people want and you have to go to the bank to get those, and since the banks are the ones who supply most of the red packets, why not prefab the angpows? Picture this:
Man goes up to cashier and say, I want to break this RM100 note into fivers and could I have some red packets please. Imagine how delighted he would be if the cashier gives him 20 little red packets each tenderly filled with a crisp RM5 note, neatly folded and sealed to perfection? After all, isn't consistency the beauty of mass-production? The bank earns the customer's goodwill, Wahbert gets some holiday money from the bank. Everybody's happy.
Wahbert's production line will consist of a bunch of children (highly trained in the ancient art of paper-folding), chopsticks and glue. Perhaps Wahbert will charge parents a daycare fee for taking on the kids. Perhaps not, Wahbert is in a festive mood. Naturally the children will be paid... in candy. If they're good.
Friday, December 09, 2005
The Death of Kichirat
Wahbert has a client named fondly known as Kichirat. Random Boss no. 52 caused the death of Kichirat yesterday......
Kichirat is a Japanese national and the head of legal of a multinational corporation. Random Boss no. 52 ("RB52") was handling an assignment for the MNC and was taking his own sweet time about it. By the end of the third week and still not having gotten a response, Kichirat sent RB52 an email seeking his reply immediately.
Now RB52's favourite delay tactic is to zoom in on one small issue and spin it round and round until you have a problem the size of the second World War, and as if things were not bad enough, he will tell you that it is a reputational risk. It seems words like "reputational risk" "compliance" and "good governance" are very sexy terms in the industry at present. Luckily for RB52, he got his break on about the third page of the document (it only took him 5 minutes!), where Kichirat had made a tiny mistake.
The first thing RB52 did was call every lawyer involved in the transaction to sit in on the call, muttering to himself all the time and looking very grave indeed. Then he called Kichirat and told Kichirat that in all his career he had not seen something like that, and that if someone were to have an issue with it what would Kichirat say to the court? Would Kichirat have an answer? Was Kichirat trying to hide something? Is Kichirat not the leader of this exercise? What would happen to Kichirat and the MNC if it were discovered that the MNC is doing this? Was Kichirat prepared to bring the MNC into disrepute?
All this time Wahbert sat there picturing the headlines in the Japan Times - Top Legal Exec of MNC Committed Harakiri. Body found at desk. Last saw on the phone with Malaysian counsel.
Kichirat is a Japanese national and the head of legal of a multinational corporation. Random Boss no. 52 ("RB52") was handling an assignment for the MNC and was taking his own sweet time about it. By the end of the third week and still not having gotten a response, Kichirat sent RB52 an email seeking his reply immediately.
Now RB52's favourite delay tactic is to zoom in on one small issue and spin it round and round until you have a problem the size of the second World War, and as if things were not bad enough, he will tell you that it is a reputational risk. It seems words like "reputational risk" "compliance" and "good governance" are very sexy terms in the industry at present. Luckily for RB52, he got his break on about the third page of the document (it only took him 5 minutes!), where Kichirat had made a tiny mistake.
The first thing RB52 did was call every lawyer involved in the transaction to sit in on the call, muttering to himself all the time and looking very grave indeed. Then he called Kichirat and told Kichirat that in all his career he had not seen something like that, and that if someone were to have an issue with it what would Kichirat say to the court? Would Kichirat have an answer? Was Kichirat trying to hide something? Is Kichirat not the leader of this exercise? What would happen to Kichirat and the MNC if it were discovered that the MNC is doing this? Was Kichirat prepared to bring the MNC into disrepute?
All this time Wahbert sat there picturing the headlines in the Japan Times - Top Legal Exec of MNC Committed Harakiri. Body found at desk. Last saw on the phone with Malaysian counsel.
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Watch what you say and to whom you say it
Today, an articled clerk told Wahbert that the Stapler is "nice". Wahbert made a mental note to criticise her work. Clearly the girl demonstrates poor judgment.
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
I don't speak legalese
There's this thing called globalisation that Wahbert keeps hearing about. More than once Wahbert has heard people say "the waves of globalisation are lapping at our shores, you have to synergise, advance, progress with the time". Heck, if it's only lapping at your shores, what's the big deal? In fact, the whole idea sounds like it's perfect for a little dip in the sea on a balmy day. It's not like they said "Goddamn globalisation is hitting us like a goddamn tsunami and you better do something goddamn quick or you're goddamn gone".
Such was Wahbert's complacency that Wahbert had never bothered much with the lapping waves of globalisation. Then comes today. Wahbert had two meetings scheduled. The first was with a delegation from the Government of Mali. The second with representatives of client from Japan.
The first of the delegate to enter the room was a mighty lady over six feet tall and made Wahbert feel quite small. She was dressed in a bright yellow robe with fancy prints and crowned with a matching turban and made Wahbert feel quite drab (Wahbert was in pinstripe). Three other impressive looking gentlemen followed. The meeting progressed in French, and Wahbert was asked to translate. This Wahbert found quite difficult, as her mind was filled with images of cocoa trees and bananas ever since the lady first walked in.
As for the second meeting, suffice to say that Wahbert does not speak a word of Japanese and the meeting involved a lot of chattering and bowing on their part and a lot of blank stares from Wahbert. Possibly they expected Wahbert to bow with every stare. Wahbert told them she had a bad back. Possibly they did not understand.
Wahbert has decided that globalisation was a lot more fun as a concept, with a pina colada on the side.
Such was Wahbert's complacency that Wahbert had never bothered much with the lapping waves of globalisation. Then comes today. Wahbert had two meetings scheduled. The first was with a delegation from the Government of Mali. The second with representatives of client from Japan.
The first of the delegate to enter the room was a mighty lady over six feet tall and made Wahbert feel quite small. She was dressed in a bright yellow robe with fancy prints and crowned with a matching turban and made Wahbert feel quite drab (Wahbert was in pinstripe). Three other impressive looking gentlemen followed. The meeting progressed in French, and Wahbert was asked to translate. This Wahbert found quite difficult, as her mind was filled with images of cocoa trees and bananas ever since the lady first walked in.
As for the second meeting, suffice to say that Wahbert does not speak a word of Japanese and the meeting involved a lot of chattering and bowing on their part and a lot of blank stares from Wahbert. Possibly they expected Wahbert to bow with every stare. Wahbert told them she had a bad back. Possibly they did not understand.
Wahbert has decided that globalisation was a lot more fun as a concept, with a pina colada on the side.
Monday, November 14, 2005
Encapsulating Happiness
Wahbert went to bed happy on Sunday night.
It was a weird fuzzy feeling, like you are completely at peace with the world, and the simple act of going to sleep when you are feeling sleepy overwhelms you with a kind of joy that can only be derived from appreciation of simple things.
It was inexplicable and wonderful at the same time.
This morning, on her way to work, Wahbert remembered that she took an antihistamine half an hour before she went to bed.
It was a weird fuzzy feeling, like you are completely at peace with the world, and the simple act of going to sleep when you are feeling sleepy overwhelms you with a kind of joy that can only be derived from appreciation of simple things.
It was inexplicable and wonderful at the same time.
This morning, on her way to work, Wahbert remembered that she took an antihistamine half an hour before she went to bed.
Remember the Gorillas
Did I ever tell you what happened to the baby gorillas* ?
As expected, some died (or not, this is an assumption based on the fact that Wahbert has not seen them ever since they left), but some proved surprisingly resilient, adapting to the fluoro-greyness of the World of Wahbert. They assimilated and integrated with the People, thriving on paperwork and sustaining on black coffee.
And so we have Gorillas in the Midst.
har har.
* 30/10/04 Post
As expected, some died (or not, this is an assumption based on the fact that Wahbert has not seen them ever since they left), but some proved surprisingly resilient, adapting to the fluoro-greyness of the World of Wahbert. They assimilated and integrated with the People, thriving on paperwork and sustaining on black coffee.
And so we have Gorillas in the Midst.
har har.
* 30/10/04 Post
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Drink Drink Till You Die
Wahbert had a wretched weekend. As you may be aware, torture can come in various forms, like feeding prisoners lobster, three times a day, every day, for the duration of his incarceration, let's say, life.
It began on Friday, with the Powers That Be plying the People of WoW with cocktails by the Mandarin Oriental poolside. You are surrounded by friends, the setting was nice and the alcohol plenty...... with the Powers that Be watching and observing your every move. The smarter People of WoW quickly realised that the cocktails could not have been for the benefit of the People (a realisation strongly supported by past trends) and were circumspect. Unfortunately for Wahbert, she is not one of the smarter People. After about two drinks, Wahbert conveniently forgot that the Powers that Be were omnipresent.
Wahbert would spend Saturday alternating between holding her head, hugging her middle and rolling on the bed groaning all the time.
Yes, the Powers that Be can be unkind.
It began on Friday, with the Powers That Be plying the People of WoW with cocktails by the Mandarin Oriental poolside. You are surrounded by friends, the setting was nice and the alcohol plenty...... with the Powers that Be watching and observing your every move. The smarter People of WoW quickly realised that the cocktails could not have been for the benefit of the People (a realisation strongly supported by past trends) and were circumspect. Unfortunately for Wahbert, she is not one of the smarter People. After about two drinks, Wahbert conveniently forgot that the Powers that Be were omnipresent.
Wahbert would spend Saturday alternating between holding her head, hugging her middle and rolling on the bed groaning all the time.
Yes, the Powers that Be can be unkind.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
NO THANK YOU!
Wahbert is annoyed. Wahbert is annoyed with people who say "Thanks" before they say "Please". This is usually the case when they are asking you to do something. To those who do not know it, "Thanks" is not a polite way to REQUEST! It suggests to Wahbert that you are presumptious and expect whatever it is will be done. And while I'm ranting, "Could you do something for me" should be punctuated with a question mark and not a goddamn full stop!
And Random Bosses should be punctuated with bullet holes.
And Random Bosses should be punctuated with bullet holes.
Caught
Wahbert fears she may have been exposed. Lately her colleagues have been mentioning the word "stapler" a lot... like, "I'm going to steal your stapler"... or "Give me your stapler, I like bright shiny things" Crap. Wahbert had better lay low for awhile.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Grave Insult
Wahbert had plans for the night. She was going out on a "not-a-date" with this guy whom she met during her exile to the borderlands where they were required to keep marauders from crossing the border (some people call it repatriating illegal immigrants, whatever).
Guy called up in the afternoon and tried to postpone the "not-a-date" because he had to go overland to visit the grave of some dead relatives. Wahbert is insulted. They're already dead. Why should they care if Guy goes today or tomorrow? Wahbert on the other hand made plans to leave work early. Now Wahbert has to make plans to leave work early tomorrow. That's a lot of plans being made. Clearly Guy in his hermit ways does not comprehend the sacrifices Wahbert makes in leaving work early.
Guy called up in the afternoon and tried to postpone the "not-a-date" because he had to go overland to visit the grave of some dead relatives. Wahbert is insulted. They're already dead. Why should they care if Guy goes today or tomorrow? Wahbert on the other hand made plans to leave work early. Now Wahbert has to make plans to leave work early tomorrow. That's a lot of plans being made. Clearly Guy in his hermit ways does not comprehend the sacrifices Wahbert makes in leaving work early.
Monday, October 24, 2005
B is for...
Blister!
Random Boss No. 97 came into Wahbert's room and commiserated over Wahbert's dilemma about whether or not to go for surgery. He recounted his own painful story of when he had a blister on his foot, going into details of whether he should have burst it with a needle or have a doctor look at it. That's right. Save it for the doctor.
Not very long ago, same Random Boss had stripped off his shoe and sock to show a (arguably different) blister on his foot to the Queen.
Random Boss No. 97 came into Wahbert's room and commiserated over Wahbert's dilemma about whether or not to go for surgery. He recounted his own painful story of when he had a blister on his foot, going into details of whether he should have burst it with a needle or have a doctor look at it. That's right. Save it for the doctor.
Not very long ago, same Random Boss had stripped off his shoe and sock to show a (arguably different) blister on his foot to the Queen.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Rumours
Random Boss no. 103 came into Wahbert's room and inquired after her tonsils, possibly due to the rumour that Wahbert had had her tonsils stolen while travelling in Vietnam. The rumour actually originated from two conflicting stories that somehow merged to become one as rumours do. One says Wahbert had gotten her tonsils removed. Another one says that Wahbert went to Vietnam. Over time, where the two rumours could be interpreted to co-exist, they did. Namely that the tonsils were removed in Vietnam. Did Wahbert suddenly have a killer tonsilitis attack that needed immediate surgery and a former Viet Cong wielding a curved knife had to perform the surgery notwithstanding that his legs had been blasted off during the War? No, Wahbert ate a dodgy bowl of Pho and then everything went blurry and when she woke up her tonsils were gone!
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Specimen Wahbert
The Queen came in and just stared at Wahbert at close range for 5 doggone minutes because Wahbert had cut her hair. Then she called Wahbert a lizard.
Yup, the Queen has returned.
Yup, the Queen has returned.
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