Pissed Off my NSA Guy--Again

My computer has been down since yesterday. I have a window right now so I'm using it. Odd how I tend to crash every 3 months or so. Last time it was when I emailed Kurt Weldon to tell him, "Pack your bags fat boy...maybe you can share a cubicle with that skanky daughter of yours on K Street, but don't count on it." I guess I should watch my mouth, umm, or make that my typing hand.