My friend Jimmy.
I have a very good friend named Jimmy. We are best buddies. I've known him for 50 years.
He sent me a text yesterday because I have not heard from him since January. We texted back and forth for a few hours, just cracking jokes like we always do, then he finally called me.
He asked me how I've been doing. I said...Ah you know, pretty good, Jimmy. But I've been having this prob...
He cut me off mid-sentence and said...WAIT...you saying you've been having a problem, Lucky?
Yeah, I said. It's been going on for...
Jimmy said...SAY NO MORE MY FRIEND. Where are you going to be at 2:00 pm tomorrow?
I said...probably where I always am, in my second floor office.
Jimmy said...you always have cash at home, right?
I laughed and said...yeah, why?
Jimmy said...I'm goin' to send somebody to see you tomorrow at 2:00 PM. Make sure you are home. He'll take care of your problem.
I said...But Jimmy, I haven't even told you what the prob...
He cut me off again. Don't worry about it, this guy is good. He fixes everything.
I actually trust Jimmy with my life, so I didn't say anything else.
True to Jimmy's word, a few minutes ago, I was in my office, and exactly at 2:00 PM, I heard a pebble hit my window. I looked out of the window, and there was some guy standing there, and to my surprise, he was properly masked for the pandemic.
He said...Jimmy sent me over here. Are you LuckyCharms?
Yes, I said.
The guy says...Seventeen hundred.
I said...What?
He says....Put $1700 in a brown lunch bag, or whatever you have, and throw it down to me.
I really didn't know what was going on, but I trust Jimmy, so I did what the guy said. I went to my safe, got the money, put it in a bag, and threw it down to him.
The guy caught the money and said...give me 36 hours. You problem will be taken care of. I said...How do you even know what the problem is?
The guy said...that's my business, not yours. I do this for a living, don't worry about it.
The guy then walked away while saying....36 hours...all better then!
As i watched him walk away, I thought "Gee, Jimmy has not failed me once in 50 years, but I sure hope that this guy he sent knows something about mild to moderate rectal itching".
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I thought he’d be taking care of the neighbor for you. Of course he’s an a-hole, so two birds with one stone, maybe. Otherwise it’s an awful lot of money for Prep H. 
