The answer to your query is "..none, zip, zero, goose egg, nada & no way..".
(800)CALL-ATT won't even take calls from him on the trailer park's payphone anymore, either.
After his disaterous experience with that HIGH-TECH GRASS CUTTING STOCK - TLWN, his piddly little stash of bought-in-at-the-top-of-a-MOMOspike AREE shares obviously broke him. Like his love object, "..Charlie Brown's little red-headed girl..", he's doomed to be a forever-foiled and six weeks behind the curve investment whizbang - and "...he just can't get over it..."!!!.
Picture a bulbuous buffoon, with a beet-red sunburned bald-spot, wearing a moth-eaten, armpit t-shirt and soiled Army combat shorts - sitting in a pool of sweat in front of a TRS-80 on a card table in a rusted travel-trailer (..held up by a discarded hibachi and two bricks on one corner..). The clatter from the keyboard, as his flailing fingers thrash away, harmonizes into a cocophonous "..junkyard mambo.." with the screaching of the faded "..EATS.." sign that dangles on it's last chain from a bracket nailed to the dining establishment at the roadside corner of the long forgotten SwampView trailer park.
With a 1200 Baud tap he fudged onto a neighbor's WebTV cable, you can imagine his feverish anticipation of every single repaint of the phosphors on his old 8x8 amber-monochome display.
Leading edge, 1st-class, and up-to-the-minute stuff..!! "..Ya know what I mean, Verne..."?!?
Word has it that he's saving up for a "..vanity plate.." for his broke-down, Army surplus Yugo. The preschoolers, who tear off pieces of duct tape to decorate their trikes, refer to him as the "..Outlaw..". WooooWooo....!! A thoroughly dangeous man...!! Ho ho ho ho ho............
John :-)
"..Have you hugged your Grandgirlie today.."??
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