Been a while... (*cracks knuckles)
These worthless human scum and their robotic allies who, beginning right about 8:00 start calling me about:
A: Benefits I already have.
B: Benefits I can't have.
C: Timeshares I never had.
D: Bills I never made and not even in my name. (FOR THE 20TH TIME THAT IS NOT HOW I SPELL MY NAME! YES, I'M SURE!)
Oh, and the burial insurance and free Covid test kits, can't forget that crap! it got so bad they were actually calling over each other one day! Hence, I disabled my ringer, the light still blinks, but if I'm farther away than 10 feet, screw it. (Office phone.)
Ever notice these feces-munching losers either speak like an auctioneer or someone from the middle east/India I made one mad as hell one day by speaking German, it took him five minutes to figure out I was talking about his mother and what was done with her in a romance dumpster behind the beer joint. I told him in Spanish too, then I laughed at him for being such a XXXX that he couldn't find a real job and had to hassle retired and elderly people for a lousy ten bucks an hour! Then I made fun of his mother some more until he hung up AND I'LL BE DIPPED IN XXXX IF HE DIDN'T CALL ME AGAIN NEXT DAY! Oh, and I love it when they try to spoof me! I'll have them rage-quitting in five minutes or less. if you want to hear vulgarity reminiscent of a 70s black comedian, wake me up before noon and try to sell me useless crap disguised as somebody I know! I love to put on a fake Indian accent and act like I'm gender bent or worse, I ask what color panties they have on and if they ever swallowed a pledge can, then talk crap about their family living in a delivery van eating a can of beans for dinner. I ask nonsense about religion, how they swing, you get the idea, stuff that would make a drunk DI feel uncomfortable! IF they haven't slammed the phone down by now, I ask what their wife charges by the hour for biker parties and if they want to sell any relatives into slavery. I hate these guys, can you tell?
These worthless human scum and their robotic allies who, beginning right about 8:00 start calling me about:
A: Benefits I already have.
B: Benefits I can't have.
C: Timeshares I never had.
D: Bills I never made and not even in my name. (FOR THE 20TH TIME THAT IS NOT HOW I SPELL MY NAME! YES, I'M SURE!)
Oh, and the burial insurance and free Covid test kits, can't forget that crap! it got so bad they were actually calling over each other one day! Hence, I disabled my ringer, the light still blinks, but if I'm farther away than 10 feet, screw it. (Office phone.)
Ever notice these feces-munching losers either speak like an auctioneer or someone from the middle east/India I made one mad as hell one day by speaking German, it took him five minutes to figure out I was talking about his mother and what was done with her in a romance dumpster behind the beer joint. I told him in Spanish too, then I laughed at him for being such a XXXX that he couldn't find a real job and had to hassle retired and elderly people for a lousy ten bucks an hour! Then I made fun of his mother some more until he hung up AND I'LL BE DIPPED IN XXXX IF HE DIDN'T CALL ME AGAIN NEXT DAY! Oh, and I love it when they try to spoof me! I'll have them rage-quitting in five minutes or less. if you want to hear vulgarity reminiscent of a 70s black comedian, wake me up before noon and try to sell me useless crap disguised as somebody I know! I love to put on a fake Indian accent and act like I'm gender bent or worse, I ask what color panties they have on and if they ever swallowed a pledge can, then talk crap about their family living in a delivery van eating a can of beans for dinner. I ask nonsense about religion, how they swing, you get the idea, stuff that would make a drunk DI feel uncomfortable! IF they haven't slammed the phone down by now, I ask what their wife charges by the hour for biker parties and if they want to sell any relatives into slavery. I hate these guys, can you tell?