My mate Joe Chip says: unclean! unclean!

by mymatejoechip

Dear Edgar,

I went to the bank yesterday.  I met with the manager.  We discussed fixing, we discussed variable, we discussed combinations thereof.  Income, servicing, superannuation, insurance, equity.

Why does life have to be like this?  I feel so sordid.  Will I ever feel clean again?  I know that you warned me.

I’ll read Red Son today.  Perhaps I will feel better.

Can Kevin save me?  A communist and a millionaire.  Wow.  He can do anything.

In solidarity,

Your mate,


Wikipedia stole it first

space aliens are communists!