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So, remember yesterday, when I threw a tantrum over not being able to buy a reasonably-priced netbook and a used copy of The Water Babies dvd?
I went back to the dvd shop today just in case, and THERE THE WANKING THING WAS right back on the shelf.
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MY BITCHING CAN DO MAGIC. And before you offer such bourgeois explanations as 'you just didn't look hard enough the first time', I wrangled a shop clerk into the hunt, who scoured both the shelf and the backstock; so if it was there, the fucker was invisible. BOW DOWN BEFORE THE AWESOME POWER OF MY WHINGING.
No joy yet on the netbook, but I hold out some faint hope for the after-Christmas sales.
*prepares to blast 'Highcockelorum' at neighbour-annoying volume*
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* which isn't hard to achieve. This particular neighbor complains to the management if I flush the toilet or take a shower after 10pm. Really. Management is getting eyestrain from rolling their eyes so often.