Man, this guy is a barrel of laughs. "You're doing God's work. Let me kick the devil out of the details for you" had me snickering, and the stuff about The Muppets and the bit about paying in stolen rolled quarters towards the end nearly had me off my chair in hysterics. If I needed something looked over, he'd be the first email I sent out...
,,,although, admittedly, I'd be emailing myself. Yeah, folks, sorry 'bout that: this post is nothing but a shameless plug for the home proofreading business I'm trying to get off the ground. I wasn't kidding about being sick of all these go-nowhere job applications, and I've been threatening to get something like this going for some time now.
I wish I could offer Turned on Its Ear readers some sort of discount, but honestly I'm already doing this as cheap as possible just to get things rolling. Mention this blog and you'll get pushed to the top of the pile, though: that I can offer/promise you.
Anyway, tell your friends, tell your enemies, tell your dumb boss by way of passively insulting him or her. Oh, and if you wanted to flag it for "best-of Craigslist" and get it seen by discerning stoners everywhere, that'd be heartily appreciated.