suck my dick you wretched whore


I bought some new chach on ebay. I'm on a syroco sconce tear at the minee. (I'll post pickys of my digs and it will all make sense). anyhoo.... this afternoon my box came (ooh. go, schwartzy) and when I opened it, what didn't this cunt use to ship my package?!?!?!


plastic meat containers for chicken, pork and beef from "the walmart". USED styrofoam cups. pubic hair. ashes and a few gpc ciggy butts and the stench of DEATH and ASS.



I dumped the whole thing and cloroxed the counter to death. snatch.


I sent her a strongly worded email and told her to refund my money asap.



WHAT IS WRONG WITH PEOPLE?!?!?!

Comments

Writeprocrastinator said…
Yes, there isn't enough e coli to go around in the World. So let's put it up for free, on eBay.

Then this person will probably wonder why their seller rating goes from the 90s to zero, overnight.
8:34 PM
Mountjoy said…
What kind of a mensch are you, girl? You could have taken all that creepy shit and put THAT on eBay. I bet the pubes would have fetched a bundle!
1:20 AM
Bacon Lady said…
You should have sent her the complaint letter through the real mail, and included a used tampon.
8:07 AM
Sterculian Rhetoric said…
erm.....
um...
could I have the pubic hair?

"...I'm on a syroco sconce tear at the minee. ..."

Jaysus girlfriend, say it ain't so!
8:18 AM
Amy Guth said…
What the fuck is wrong with people? That is so fucking totally fucked it made me want to gag reading about it. Who the fucking fuck would think that's a good fucking idea? Fucking fuck, that is so gross and offends me on at least three levels.
9:42 PM
Al Sensu said…
Yes, remember to leave feedback!
10:24 PM
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