Yesterday my stepdad committed suicide. He did the Kurt Cobain thing. My distraught mother came over to my house and told me she walked in on something, she was not sure what, and then called the cops and went back home. When I got to her house, the cops were putting police tape everywhere, and a neighbor lady was hugging my mom. I had to inform my daughter that her beloved "Bumpa" was gone and how. And then had to watch as two idiot teenagers videotaped the whole coroner van/gurney thing with their iPhones.
On top of all this loveliness, my asshole doll buyer of of ambiguous messages and who received said item on August 8th decided to file a paypal case against me.
That fucking bitch picked the wrong time and the wrong person to mess with.
Bitch. You don't mess with a very upset person who knows your name, address, telephone number and e-mail address is all I have to say. My revenge will have EPIC proportions. I am going to take your fuckin' bullshit for as long as paypal says I have to, and then I am going to exact my very own "seller protection". You will not get this freebie unscathed, believe me.
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