VENGEANCE.
One of my brother's asshat friends put a ton of fake craigslist things up for sale with my brother's name and our home phone number. Apparently, we were giving away Samsung laptops for two hundred bucks apiece, 42 inch plasma TVs for three hundred, a free microfiber couch and free brand new baby clothes. Oh, and a motorbike of some sort. RANDOM.
The phone was ringing off the hook all night, but I think it has finally settled down. Because my family is computer illiterate, I had to send a bajillion separate emails to the craigslist abuse team to get the posts deleted because every time I sent one, another fake listing would shot up in a random category, and my brother just doesn't understand why I can't magically find the email address of the person who did this. My explanation was basically dumbed down to BECAUSE SOME THINGS ON THE INTERNET ARE SECRET EXCEPT TO THE POLICE, WHO DON'T CARE TO TELL YOU. He still isn't satisfied, but I've done all I can do. Life is hard, kiddo. Save your vengeance for the next prank.
I start at the new branch on Tuesday, after I turn everything over to the traded girl Tuesday morning. My schedule is all over the board and sucks rotting, roadkill raccoon testes. Tomorrow I have to wrap every present I've bought for everyone. Hello, paper cuts.
The phone was ringing off the hook all night, but I think it has finally settled down. Because my family is computer illiterate, I had to send a bajillion separate emails to the craigslist abuse team to get the posts deleted because every time I sent one, another fake listing would shot up in a random category, and my brother just doesn't understand why I can't magically find the email address of the person who did this. My explanation was basically dumbed down to BECAUSE SOME THINGS ON THE INTERNET ARE SECRET EXCEPT TO THE POLICE, WHO DON'T CARE TO TELL YOU. He still isn't satisfied, but I've done all I can do. Life is hard, kiddo. Save your vengeance for the next prank.
I start at the new branch on Tuesday, after I turn everything over to the traded girl Tuesday morning. My schedule is all over the board and sucks rotting, roadkill raccoon testes. Tomorrow I have to wrap every present I've bought for everyone. Hello, paper cuts.