kiss my big black ass. I don’t give A fucking shit that coca cola and Calvin Klein have tumblrs. I ESPECIALLY don’t care they have some 30-something degree wielding pretentious fuck who thinks they can mimic the tumblr culture to get us into buying their fucking product!
Your pages look like myspace creations of 13 year old cam whores and your layouts are confusing and laggy.
If you are going to be a trail blazer and attempt to do something like this, get the right kind of poeple to do so. Quit making me feel cheap and used.
You fucking suck, I hope the economy takes you out. Oh shit, you own like 300 sub companies, they can kiss my ass to.
A letter from a band member about the oldest member of our band:
Hi all, I think everyone is up to date, but just wanted to be sure that all know that Dad/GPa Uncle Charlie is as good as he was a month ago following his small stroke last Friday morning. It APPEARS to be a full recovery. While we expect more strokes to come and for them to come more often, he is looking good. He remains at home, but in Hospice care. He has been fighting one of those leg infections for about a month. They usually resolve in one 10 day thing of antibiotics, but this one has not. I am hoping that is because this one also included some fungus/athletes foot kind of thing. It looked better yesterday, so he may be on the mend.
“Your total comes to six eighty-seven…. That’s seven, eight, nine, and your change makes ten. Have a fantastic day.”
As the customer passed through the front door, a loud ding flooded the Quik Stop, informing Steven Colbalt that customer seventy-three had left the building. “Pretty busy for a Tuesday night,” he said as watched the clock hit 3AM.
*BING*BANG*BING*BANG* Customer seventy-four entered the shop. He was in his early twenties, dressed in 80’s disco wear, and extremely drunk. “H’lo …Steve…” the man said, squinting at his name tag. Steven had tried multiple times to add the N forgotten by his manager, but with no success, he was stuck as Steve.