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I'm pretty sure Shelly stopped dickin' around and decided to not be an asshole, because after a month and a half, my shirts finally arrived. WAY TO GO SHELLYYYYY!
Way to go Shelly x2 for writing me a note that said:
"Hey Miles, this is Shelly from over at Eulodick Recordings. Sorry it took 13 apocalypses for us to find your shirts that were probably sitting on the shelf where they always are! We would have sent them sooner, had we only went cold turkey with the 100 Year-Old Oak Tree Stuck In My Asshole Club, but considering our fupa is up to our chin, we did not move our fat fucking asses to mail your shirts, that were only 2 Bratswurst-lengths from our desk. Sorry for the incovenience, and we wont have shit on our dicks next time."
Way to go Shelly x3 for sending me the re-release of BYD's first album, and 2 other CD's which I already have.
SHELLY YOU DICKHEAD YOU MUST BE HAVING THE BEST DAY EVER