PATRICK JENSEN and ACCR need a missin' statement. That is like a mission statement for failed binnisses and failed peeples who are unable to identify any mission, so they are effectively missin' inaction.
For PATRICK JENSEN and his ACCR albatross:
"We seek to further the development of maximum entropy - oh, and we file a shitload of nutty 8-Ks too."
Any other entries for the missin' statement sweepsteaks?
First prize is a jacked-up 1976 Gremlin, three-on-the-floor, sunfaded purple with piece-of-shit fiberglass/plastic aftermarket bucket seats from Warshawshy/J R Whitney mail-order, a busted 8-track tape deck, and Edelbrock window sticker, shag carpeting, and a beer tap logo handle on top of the shifter. PATRICK picked it up for a steal of a deal at only $4,199 and it will be up for sale in Grand Haven (now reduced to Hunnert Haven) for an axing price of $69,999.13 as soon as PATRICK can gett it towed to the corner and set on blocks. It was garaged and only used by an elderly grandmother to go to Thursday night bingo at the Lutheran church basement and on Friday and Saturday nights when she was on the dance rotation at the local strip club.
The baggie full of shitty cornfield weed in the glovebox, weighing in at short of an ounce - short-weighted as usual, is an additional $129.99 and comes with a set of ACCR-monogrammed floormats.
