>It would appear that, in the unfortunate hacker episode we had last week, a handful of the Docta's blog posts were deleted, including the mandatory third post. It would also appear that the hacker set a slow-recursive multi-layer virus in place at every IP address that accessed the aforementioned post, set to erase the memory of any user who attempted to access http://hawaiiansecessionistparty.blogspot.com/ since the episode. Rest assured, it has been dealt with.
Mildred was, in fact, the 37th woman to marry Josef Meng. She didn't mind; the other wives treated her with respect, and her husband loved all of them the same, as required by the Church of Latter Day Saints.
She was a plump woman in her 30's with a large build which, coupled with her bright orange clothing, gave Mildred the appearance of a big, walking peach. As such, the name "Peaches" was widely circulated throughout the household, generally used as a term of endearment.
Despite the convincing act she put on, Peaches never converted to Mormonism. Marrying Josef was simply the most conventional and logical choice for her to make. After all, what better place to run an international group of computer hackers than in a humble abode in southern Idaho which just happened to be home to 15 computers, all with separate IP addresses?
She met Lisa at a coffee shop in Salt Lake city. Lisa was quite a nice lady, and she struck Peaches as being particularly interesting. She had just moved to Utah from New Jersey, five years after the death of her husband to cancer. Even now, she iterated how terribly lonely she was, without even being provoked.
Peaches pondered this. Another patron in the household would doubtlessly provide more of a distraction should the FBI ever knock on her door, possibly buying her enough seconds to activate the irreversible quick-releasing thermite canister under her desk so as to completely melt the hard drive of her computer before it was confiscated. Besides, she had taken quite a liking to Lisa in time they had spent, talking about everything from politics to which one of Vince Shlomi's infomercials was the most interesting. Perhaps, Peaches thought, She and Lisa could work out a deal.
"Girl, you should come back to my place."
"What?" Lisa stared at her blankly.
"My husband will treat you good. He hasn't married someone in almost three months. Just think, you could be #38!"
The End
By Docta Haus
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