piccalilli pick it up truck cause if i don’t rough up a coyote i’m gonna end someone
Pony says Now I’m the king of Pinnochio Island and I’m gonna bash it in and my friend says, “Al Capone, I love the way she throws them aces.” My friend said Al Capone.
got to, break a leg
must believe we’re never gonna be apart again for us to be friends
Gonna blog here again.
The saga continues. Still no word from Bell’s Customer Relations department.
That’s Austrian “Dungeon Dad” Josef Fritzl at a gala event sponsored by Bell. Both Fritzl and Bell are known for their strong captivity tactics.
I hate Rogers Communications. I danced in the streets when Ted Rogers kicked the bucket, and I used to phone their customer service department just to toy with their feeble minds. Today, Bell Mobility has crossed me in a way that makes me wish I could just dig up old uncle Teddy and give him a big hug.
It’s ironic that on this day of September 11, 2009, my only thoughts of panic and terror are the ones that I wish upon the cock sucking crooks that claim to offer more for less.
On July 22 I went to my local authorized Bell dealer and asked about upgrading my Blackberry. I have the oldest one that you can still use. I was told at that time that if I waited until August 14 that I would have a credit and could purchase a newer model at a drastically reduced rate. Credits, yeah, we’re all supposed to get them at some point. I was two years deep on a three year contract on August 14.
The problem is this: Bell tells me today that as of August 1, 2009 that the upgrade policy on my plan has changed and hence, I’ve got no credits. Shitty service and under-handed tactics were the reason I left Rogers in the first place, but this… this is the work of a true monopolizing tyrant. Fuck you Bell, eat shit… eat MY shit.
I’d like to walk into your executive offices and start spraying bitches with a Super-Soaker full of piss.
Curtis, employee ID# 6005070, you are a slave to your imperialist father. Thank you for your shitty customer service; you know less words than Jessica Simpson, how did you ever become a supervisor?
This isn’t over Bell, this is just the beginning.
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SL
I’ve got a serious soft spot for the work of Harmony Korine. I’ve tried to explain it to several friends on a few occasions, and failed miserably.
My favorite piece of work by Korine happens to be his now out of print novel; A Crack Up at the Race Riots. I would call that a novel, loosely. It’s more a collection of poems, one-offs, dialogues, suicide notes, jokes, and a few things that would make a billy goat puke.
A Crack Up at the Race Riots is one of my prized possessions, if you will. It’s the second funniest book I’ve ever read.
Rather than try to explain (or scare you with) the reasons why I admire Harmony’s work, I thought I’d post a few of my favourite clips from his films, and a classic appearance on Letterman.
