FUCKING BALLLESS GOATSUCKING SHITWHORES
I HAVE NOW TALKED TO YOUR FUCKING 1-800 OUTSOURCED PHONE SLAVES 3 TIMES.
THAT IS THREE MORE TIMES THAN I HAVE EVER HAD TO COMMUNICATE WITH ANY COMPANY TO GET GOODS I HAVE FUCKING PAID FOR.
I HAVE BEEN GIVEN CONTRADICTORY ADVICE, TOLD NO RECORD OF MY CALLS AND INCREASINGLY IRRITATE COMPLAINTS HAD BEEN MADE, LIED TO ABOUT THE HOURS AND PROCEDURES OF YOUR GODBLIGHTED COMPANY.
I HAVE PUT UP YOUR SIGNED DELIVERY NOTICE LEFT HERE ON LAST FUCKING /MONDAY/, WHICH I SIGNED ON GODDAMN TUESDAY SO YOU WOULD LEAVE ME MY NIECE'S BIRTHDAY PRESENT, AND THIS MONDAY I LEFT YOU A CHEQUE FOR CUSTOM CHARGES YOU DIDN'T FUCKING BOTHER TO TELL ME ABOUT THE FIRST AND ONLY TIME YOU ACTUALLY BOTHERED TO COME TO MY HOUSE.
IT WAS RIGHT FUCKING THERE WHERE YOU LEFT IT THE FIRST TIME YOU JACKTARDS.
SO GOOD JOB, GOOD FUCKING JOB, BECAUSE YOUR DRIVER JUST WENT TO THE OTHER DOOR AND LEFT ME ANOTHER NOTICE.
FUCK YOU.
IF I EVER MEET YOU SO HARD I AM GOING TO PUNCH YOU GODDAMN SPLEEN OUT, EAT IT, AND THEN PUNCH YOU AGAIN.
/GIVE ME MY PACKAGE/.
And this is just the fucking cherry on the fucking cake of sadness that is knowing my father couldn't stay in town another half-fucking-hour to have fucking supper with me.
AND WHILE I WAS ON THE PHONE WITH THAT FUCKING USELESS 1-800-WE WILL NEVER GIVE YOU YOUR PACKAGE NUMBER TIR WAS CHEWING ON MY KNEE.
AUGH.
THAT IS THREE MORE TIMES THAN I HAVE EVER HAD TO COMMUNICATE WITH ANY COMPANY TO GET GOODS I HAVE FUCKING PAID FOR.
I HAVE BEEN GIVEN CONTRADICTORY ADVICE, TOLD NO RECORD OF MY CALLS AND INCREASINGLY IRRITATE COMPLAINTS HAD BEEN MADE, LIED TO ABOUT THE HOURS AND PROCEDURES OF YOUR GODBLIGHTED COMPANY.
I HAVE PUT UP YOUR SIGNED DELIVERY NOTICE LEFT HERE ON LAST FUCKING /MONDAY/, WHICH I SIGNED ON GODDAMN TUESDAY SO YOU WOULD LEAVE ME MY NIECE'S BIRTHDAY PRESENT, AND THIS MONDAY I LEFT YOU A CHEQUE FOR CUSTOM CHARGES YOU DIDN'T FUCKING BOTHER TO TELL ME ABOUT THE FIRST AND ONLY TIME YOU ACTUALLY BOTHERED TO COME TO MY HOUSE.
IT WAS RIGHT FUCKING THERE WHERE YOU LEFT IT THE FIRST TIME YOU JACKTARDS.
SO GOOD JOB, GOOD FUCKING JOB, BECAUSE YOUR DRIVER JUST WENT TO THE OTHER DOOR AND LEFT ME ANOTHER NOTICE.
FUCK YOU.
IF I EVER MEET YOU SO HARD I AM GOING TO PUNCH YOU GODDAMN SPLEEN OUT, EAT IT, AND THEN PUNCH YOU AGAIN.
/GIVE ME MY PACKAGE/.
And this is just the fucking cherry on the fucking cake of sadness that is knowing my father couldn't stay in town another half-fucking-hour to have fucking supper with me.
AND WHILE I WAS ON THE PHONE WITH THAT FUCKING USELESS 1-800-WE WILL NEVER GIVE YOU YOUR PACKAGE NUMBER TIR WAS CHEWING ON MY KNEE.
AUGH.