When I saw how shocked/dismayed/horrified the human female was to learn that some complete stranger had stolen her Social Security Number and her identity, I will admit, I felt things.
Remorse? Pity? Compassion?
Snort. Have you met me?
They say there’s such a thing as carrying a prank too far but, ladies and gentlemen,
I scoff.
More mischief is always better!
And since there is already some stranger out there wandering around with her SSN and identity, I figured it couldn’t hurt too badly if there were a friend out there wandering around with it too. “The evil you know,” and all that.
Which is why I have taken the delightful liberty of using her number to provide a fiscal identity for someone who is actually already employed, albeit off the books.
Someone who’d like to step into the light and become a documented member of the work force.
Here you go, Remus.
Arnold, that flea-riddled simian of yours is now more than just a banana-throwing lab experiment.
Congratulations, Remus! You make America proud!
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