Dear Client:

Dear Client:
When you call me, all desperate and begging, asking me to please help you get a particular job done, I come through. I rearrange my priorities, I stay up all night, I go above and beyond the call of duty to get YOUR shit done, to help get YOU out of harm’s way.
Four radio scripts before five? No problem.
5,000 color brochures by tomorrow morning? Ok, I’ll pull some strigs.
In short, I deliver.

So, why is it that you feel the need to TAKE YOUR SWEET TIME to pay me, bitch? I bent over backwards to meet your impossible deadline. Why does it take 45 days to pay me $75.00
Why can’t YOU deliver?

Regards,
Guy Fawkes