From: Gary S. Gevisser [gsg@sellnext.com]
Sent:
Tuesday, May 13, 2003 10:39 AM
To: Mike N
Cc: rest
Subject: RE: your house for sale

 

Lois, we cannot have any more hesitation here. The deal on the table that would net Marie $x after closing costs has the buyer paying $x.

 

We would have liked to do a private deal without any brokers involved although the two sets of real estate agents as you can figure have dramatically reduced their commissions, once again proof positive of the power of www.sellnext.com.

 

We cannot fault this other possible buyer from using agent-s and so we do have somewhat of a dilemma right now given the fact that you have changed your minds which is why I happen to “love” email.

 

However, if you are willing to pay Marie something more meaningful than the $X net, i.e. you would have to pay no less than $X you might assist her in overcoming her dilemma and me worrying about Manager Minute One becoming tTOo cumbersum

” [sic].

 

Last night we watched a special on that incredibly boring game known in South Africa as “rounders

” which most people in this country refer to as baseball. We didn’t get to see the “hole” [sic] program which featured such stars as “Joe Dimaggie
” [sic] whose stats seemed quite out of reach for the average kid to compute; certainly “Joe”, Marie’s 10-year-old boy, didn’t seem to recognize the name Joe DiMaggio nor was he all that impressed with Marilyn Monroe’s former husband’s record of 72 consecutive hits at bat out of 73 or simply put 0.986301-36986301 recurring “butt” failing though to mention the name Marilyn Monroe.[1]

 

10 is a rather difficult age to gauge in terms of what a boy is really thinking besides for mostly wanting to play with his friends and of course it continues to warm the cockles of both mine as well as Marie’s heart that this rather bright kid might one day grow up to be quiet some artist with folks like Jeffrey Krinsk and his licensing expert buddy Wes Anson lending a helping hand should our Joe ever need assistance in responding to fast balls thrown at or near head.

 

This of course all assumes that I will kick the bucket before Mr. Krinsk who has yet to figure into his “cost of goods” when approaching the “bench” the amount of gamma rays that enter into the fuselage of his 757 when traveling back & forth to meet with fukukta union leaders hell bent on being served the finest of liquor from this great attorney who like most Jewish people know next to nothing about alcohol that may in fact provide us inbreeds with somewhat of a competitive edge, or at least make up for all our lust for nuts that at times cum in short supply, Latin to embrace, wouldn’t you agree? 

 

While our chocolate Labrador is having bowl problems my Super Italian Greyhound decided to get into the act last night by taking on a skunk just at the very moment I was thinking about setting up a “skunk-works” environment for our new business venture that in fact will contain no secrets with our financial statements being aired on our various websites in real time along with the latest kids creations, notice to our would be competitors, “Bring it on.”

 

No matter what Maggie will be coming wherever we go and perhaps her issues have to do with Pypeetoe our SIG [Super Italian Greyhound] having now taken over Marie’s king-size master bed. And of course you have read that “Cranky Franky” has been put out to stud.

 

With all that said, a final decision which would include a $6K non-refundable deposit, 45 day escrow with you occupying the house no sooner than 60 days after opening of escrow will have to be made no later than this Thursday morning 8AM PST.

 

How much longer this wheel continues to turn is a function of how “badlie” [sic] the hamster is able to play to his-her strengths while mitigating his-her weaknesses, i.e. spinning one’s wheels is no way to win a war let alone battle it out with a King of the castle who is in the “pond seats” [sic] quite comfortable though living in a cave along with you 4warned of the impending flood.

 

By now you should have worked out that to test my mettle by engaging in a chess game brings with it consequences, i.e. I can be a honey but only an illiterate would take me for a fool for I am one tough opponent willing to spare no expense in protecting my pawns, prawns though to fished ever so gently considering this is what becomes of folks like Ronald “The Finagle KingPerelman who right now doesn’t quite know whether he is coming or going wishing perhaps that he could disappear into the woodwork or don a wig or better yet flip a switch and morph into a woman which leads me to an all-important question of why no one has yet used the excuse of aspa

-r-ta-me being the reason for such an alarming decline in us human’s memory? 

 

Yesterday Marie’s 13-yearold blew us away with designing her own t-shirt with a rather simple but very elegant number “12” painted in white on the front with two red stars on either side. Apparently the kids these days are very much into the “number thing” and all I can say is “hellalula”, nothing like “stering

” [sic] the pot, kids forgetting that some of us recall pretty well the “flower power” days having been smart enough not to let drugs and our craving for sex to get out of hand, wouldn’t you agree, although the two of you seem far too young to know about the stuff that tripped up folks like King Golden et al.

 

Neither Marie nor I, “lie, steal or cheat” and there is much to be gained by acting mad, dams to steer clear of, nothing to be gained by crying over spilt milk as this recession takes hold; Grubby and GirlieGarb.com perhaps the only way out for momworker63s, orphans, widows, pensioners and most of all the youth who are our future to “kick butt” by getting rid of our crooked politicians such as Governor Gray Davis who is I am told is just 800,000 signatures shy of being removed from office, just 8/9ths or 0.88 recurring in terms of the Digital Age with Perfect Storm III not yet having taken center stage, wouldn’t you also agree?

 

And as the top dog “media hunters” who cannot hunt divide so do the masses with their antennae extended unite by multiplying, 72 a rather good number, the likes of Dan Rather to boot all the way to Timbuktu, wouldn’t you agree my one rather good pal who is an attorney for 60 Minutes?

 

As the clock ticks, let me know what you think.

 

Gary

From: Mike N
Sent: Monday, May 12, 2003 8:19 PM
To: gsg@sellnext.com
Subject: Re: your house for sale

Gary...

 

Mike sent this message earlier this evening, but we *do* really like your house. Are you still aiming to get $615K net from the deal, or what were you thinking in terms of price?

 

Lois

 

From: Mike N.

To: gsg@sellnext.com

Sent: Monday, May 12, 2003 7:40 PM

Subject: Re: your house for sale

Congratulations on your marriage and we wish you the best!  We will pass on making an offer to you at this point on your home however.

 

Regards,

Mike and Lois     

From: Gary S. Gevisser

To: Mike N

Cc: Vincent Hinojosa III

Sent: Monday, May 12, 2003 5:14 PM

Subject: FW: your house for sale

Mike, I am following up on the email I sent you last evening because the brokers who played things a little “tTOo fast & loose” [sic] at least to my liking sent me an email this morning at 10:03AM PST that reads;

 



[1] Even the average “Joe Blow” knows that Joe DiMaggio’s hitting streak ended with his 57th consecutive “day at bat”, Pete Rose some 15 odd hits shy of breaking this rather amazing record by a “whitey.”

 

Another thing these folks who produce these nonsense “make you feel good” documentaries fail to disclose besides for the fact that the number of whites on the baseball teams did all butt make mincemeat of the stats is that a batsman had several chances during the day to go to bat while folks like my father were crapping in their pants bombing the hell out of Germans to mention little of African American servicemen who were not even allowed to step foot into places like Australia in an effort to help this bunch of “felon deposits” defend themselves as they cleaned up on the Aborigines and of course there isn’t a man or woman on earth who doesn’t have a skeleton or “tTOo” [sic] in their closet.