Surfin' on a Rocket. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is the song that never ends. Die, you retards. Die. Me: Thank you for calling Ghetto Harrahs (just kidding, I didn't really say that - it's implied), my name is Charity, how can I help you? Sir Tard: Yeh, I gots a coopon and I wants ta use it fo' Decemba nineteen. Me: And what is the offer code? (Sir Tard reads the code) Me: Sir, I show that coupon is only good for Sunday through Thursday, and the 19th is a Friday, therefore I cannot use this offer. Sir Tard: Oh, it ain't good then? Me: No, sir, it's for Sunday through Thursday. Sir Tard: So cain I use it fo' Saturday? What about Saturday? Me: (silence) Sir Tard: Hello? Me: ...Yes? Sir Tard: What about Saturday? Me: Sir, your coupon is good Sunday - through - Thursday. So, no. It wouldn't be good on a Saturday. Sir Tard: Okay, dat's all. And yes, Sir Tard, fuck you VERY much. 7:38 p.m. - 2003-12-15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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