I’ll will tell you what is pissing me off today. Ebay. Damned Ebay. Well, not Ebay itself, but people on Ebay who buy your shit and then decide that they don’t want to pay for it. Assholes. It doesn’t matter if your buying wigs for your wife or a Technomarine watch for yourself. Pay for it!
I will probably jinx myself with this comment, but I have a perfect feedback score. 100%. That’s right, perfect. And I plan on keeping it that way. I have bought several things and sold several things, and I make it one of my priorities to satisfy the auction winner, or if I am buying, the seller.
Some people apparently do no see things that way I do. Maybe Ebay is some sort of a game to them. They make bids and then back out when it comes time to pay. Then I have to file a non-paying bidder form and get slandered by / receive death threats from the non-paying bidder because I have ruined their feedback that they have worked so hard on. Well all I can say is pay for your god-damned merchandise and STFU! You’re the one who got yourself into this mess to begin with fool!
So, what’s pissing you off today?
Yes, that is his full legal name. C’mon. Do we really want this guy running the country?
Don’t you hate it when you are driving 80 mph and your nose kind of itches, so you pick at it, not PICK IT, but just kind pick at the edge of your nostril with your thumb without even thinking about what you are doing, and you get a little bit of old, dried booger, like just a LITTLE flake of booger, and you begin to remove the little, tiny, booger-flake but then you feel a sensation like the entire contents of your head are connected to this booger flake, and its too late to stop pulling the booger out, and a huge, I MEAN HUGE booger slides out of your nasal cavity and your eyes kind of sink back into your head from the pressure change, but then all the air that rushes in to fill the void left by the mega-booger pushes them back into their sockets, and then you have this banana-slug of a booger draped over your thumb and back of your hand and down your wrist, but you are driving fucking 80mph and you are wearing a suit and don’t have a tissue so you don’t know what to do with this sudden appearance of the King of All Boogers on your hand, so you roll down the window and hope that the wind will blow it off you, but the booger doesn’t cooperate and ends up embedded in the sleeve of your suit jacket?
Fuck. I hate that.