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from: Da, da
21 Jan 2007
02:35:16
205.188.116.196
"Oh, I am wery soorry, Mr. Shtash," came the heavy Russian accent. "I must have dialed wrong extension. I am Vlad from Ukraine to talk to science department." "Are you 'The' Vlad?" I asked. "The genius who built our 'state-of-the-art' mailing system?" "Da, da," he beamed. "'Tis I." And that's when I realized Ukrainians didn't pick up on American sarcasm very well. But I cut the poor bastard some slack because I know that he lives about 100 miles downwind of the Chernobyl nuclear plant that melted down and made everything in that sphere of the world deathly toxic. "I was out visiting doctor and your IT director left me message. May I speak, please?" "Sure, I'll transfer you," I said. "And I hope all went well at the doctor's office." "Da, da, 'tis OK," he said. "I was in accident and one of my testicles had to be removed." "Damn!" I said, "That's awful." "No, 'tis OK, 'tis OK," he said. "I have four others."
