Also, I think my head is going to spin around and fly off. I have spent 2 weeks and countless hours dealing with my work nemesis, the unending bureaucracy of universities, varying customer service reps who gave me all sorts of runaround things I had to do, and a man named Gene who never called me back in order to change the name of my department as it is printing on the receipt of my credit card terminal.
Today, I spent 47 minutes on the phone with a customer service rep, before we figured out that you change the name on the machine by TYPING IT IN ON THE MACHINE!!!!! (no I was not given a manual nor could I find one online).
Way moreso, turns out. One day, he'll look back and say, "I shouldda stuck with 'Sugartits'".
Even moreso?
When you want the mother of your child to be raped by a pack of niggers, I'm going to say yes, moreso.
Even moreso?
When you want the mother of your child to be raped by a pack of niggers, I'm going to say yes, moreso.
I didn't read the article linked, so...WOW, he is a vile waste of carbon.
Dear lord. Does the man have a brain tumor or something? That's just so far beyond the pale I can't imagine a healthy sane person saying it.
As if I needed another, even better reason to not think of Mel Gibson....
Could there be more contrast between the I'm Sorry article and the Gibson one? Grateful for the good humans.
Suddenly, Alec Baldwin and Christian Bale aren't looking so bad.
Threadless is having another sale, and I want that Velma the Zombie Slayer shirt, but I can't find it. Help? Close second is this one: [link] "What's in the basket, little girl?" "Weapons."
