the passionate ailurophile

The bastards STILL have not delivered the tripod that has been sitting in their shittin’ assed facility since MAY 29. I know now that I am NEVER going to get it, so I must now contact Buy.com and ask them to file a claim against the EPO, and see if they can resend my order to Mike’s work.

I saw this purse on Sunday, at the Wild Rover Pub up in Manchester, NH, and I immediately coveted it. I thought about asking the lady who owned it where she got it, but I didn’t, I figured I could find it somewhere online. And I did.

When I was checking out, I entered the P.O box as the shipping addy, and was forced to put the home addy as the billing one. Sorry, but I have two debit MasterCards, and neither will allow a P.O. box to be the billing addy. Now that sucks big fat hairy smelly syphilitic donkey ‘nads.

I paid with PayPal, and was seriously pissed to see the home addy as the shipping address, when I got my email receipt. I did get a second one, direct from the seller, that had the P.O. box as the shipping addy.

Still, I shot the the folks at Legends Are Forever an email to implore them to PLEASE use the P.O. box for shipping, otherwise, I will never get it, and then I will have to bother them for eons until I do. I added that if there were a reason why to NOT ship to a P.O. box, to let me know.

I should NOT have to live this way. I should be able to get my fucking mail, at my house, on time, and on a daily basis. The Evil Post Office can kiss my fat ass. Especially after I farted.

I hope that this purse shall soon be mine. I hope that the shipper will send it to the Good Post Office, as I asked them to.

But if it gets sent to the Evil Post Office, and I never get it…I may well be over there with matches and a can of lighter fluid, to torch the dump. I hate that place that fucking much! I am sick of their shitty service, and non-caring about postal customers who dare to ask where the fuck their mail is. The shithole really needs to be burnt down, with every lame-assed employee in it.

I hate them.