Hi everybody.
I just wanted everyone to know that I’m madder than hell. I’m Josh-stubbed-his-toe-wearing-a-diaper-with-the-webcam-on-again mad.
I do business the WRONG damn way. I pack my packages in cardboard that you can see through. I tell my customers what DAY (it’s between Sunday and Saturday) and TIME (military time adjusted for GMT - a randomly generated number) I’m going to ship them; and I DON’T stick to it, because I would rather POKE both my eyes out with paper clips and spend the rest of my days fumbling around in darkness than go through the effort of shipping something.
And if I can’t make it, I DONT’T let them know; THAT would tip them off to the fact that i’m a fantastically apathetic and unmitigated idiot incapable of even the most basic of normal activities.
If I say I sell to who I want to; that’s what I’ll do. Some say I’m a dreamer. But I’m not the only one. I hope one day you will joi—wait a fucking minute. We’re off the page now...
Ahh, right....
....But you’re too big of a crybaby to just let it go that you had to fill me in with crayons like I was a placemat at the local Howard Johnson? Forget it, this poker chip shit is idolatry anyway. PS Windwalker can you send me an ACF 500 chip wrapped in your underwear?
You’re a man purse, Thomacetti. Your name sounds like bad pasta.