Upon remembering this bit of on-the-clock time wasting from back in April, I chuckled to myself while washing up in a restaurant bathroom this morning. Is everyone’s first friend a robot? Below is a message I sent to MySpace Tom, followed by his response.

Hey man…

I’m going to be passing through Santa Monica soon, and was wondering if I could stay with you. It’s just for about six, seven weeks. Eight tops. Aside from my very sick cat, I’m coming alone. I don’t have much cash, but I do carry a Diner’s Club card, so maybe I can buy you dinner at a cafeteria or something…but don’t push it. See you soon.

-Andrew Earles

…and here’s what he sent back (grammatical errors were left intact):

sorry
Sorry to hear about your cat, Andrew. I had a sick pussy once. She caught some sort of rash from a mite or flea or something. I will gladly accept a brunch if you stay over; but If you are coming this week, I can’t have you as a guest more than a day or two because I am going to LA for a free Manicure from Kennedy Salon and Day spa(It’s the same one that Arnold Uses!!) I cut them a deal on an ad on my site so they are hooking it up. Say I hear you are in to the Music sceen a bit, I think I have come across one or two of your articles before in Chunklet. I heard the Flock of Seagulls is accually playin at a dive in your town in May. I can’t miss that. IF you let me stay over with you for that show you can definatly stay with me. Hit up my cell and tell me when you plan to come–. (909) — —-
cheers,
Tom

Ok, I blocked out his number. Reason? I might sell it to you for the right price. No, I jest. Not really. Ok, JK. Eh….no. The details of his response clearly indicate that a real, albeit semi-literate and deadly gullible, person was at the keyboard.