Comme de longs échos qui de loin se confondent
What ho, look at this! My pal luckyshirt also recently went gaga over checks:
Dear person writing a check for your groceries:
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I understand that there are outlaws about, and that carrying your fucking gold bullion around is a terrible idea, but check this shit out: we have these little plastic bits of sorcery called “debit cards”.
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And don’t you worry your solid gold ass about me or the line around the fucking equator that’s waiting for you to fill in the memo space to remind yourself that this wasn’t for a new longsword or passage on the fucking Titanic. You go on and keep your records in order, Pharaoh.
The whole thing is great (if slightly angrier than my take).
