And by the way...who in the fuck has a 22-inch neck? People who are five times the largest uniform they make before getting into X's shouldn't be working anyway - more along the lines of laying in a bed being hosed off and unable to leave the room.
If I get to customize my shirt, I am putting an airbrushed image of Satan on the back with "God of Love" underneath in calligraphy. That will be unique.
I am sitting here with my cell phone and charger in my lap and the mental string of cursing and hate for Virgin Mobile is constant and flowing like water. They sold me a defective charger when I got the phone, so the son of a bitch will only charge if you are exerting 35 pounds of pressure onto the fucking cord directly into the bottom of the phone. I have the support number memorized and every time I call to explain my situation, some careless asshole rattles off the name of a store that doesn't carry the type of charger I need, and then hangs up on me. All I want is justice, and the working charger I paid for. Instead, I get some prick who is afraid of his boss and what'll happen if they actually make a customer happy.
So yeah, I'm finished giving 28N the business, because they have somehow blocked me from visiting their profile, even when I'm not signed in, but here's the second thing I wrote them before I got teh boot.
Email: go fuck yourself
jk lol it's [email protected]
Hey how are ya!