unsubscribe my ass from life

So, although i dont go to Purdue Outing Club meetings anymore, i'm still on the mailing list. which is nice, because i can keep up with current trips and news. it's not so nice because i keep getting spam from people who want to unsubscribe. so on december 5, 2000, someone emails the list after the list received an outdoors advertisement. the email basically said, "i didnt sign up on this list to receive advertisements. please unsubscribe me." i was nice enough to follow the list with this:

so the really awesome thing is that roger, the webmaster, emailed me this:

and then paul, the president, emailed me this:

and then maureen, the vp of programs, emailed me this:

And they all made me happy... because the first two told me i was right and that other people wished they'd said it... and the last one told me i was being shitty and i inferred that she thinks i'm a bastard. Add them together and i become the bastard you wish you could become... which is who i am.

be a bastard