February 24, 2009
Uncommon Goods: Spam Factory
I ordered something from an online store called Uncommon Goods. Now the malignant cretins refuse to stop spamming me. When asked, they suggest that I order by phone next time, because that way the spam at least won't get worse. But somehow, I don't think I'll be ordering again. That's just a hunch I've got.
If you should happen to think of ordering from these assclowns, be warned.
February 16, 2009
THEBENS THINK OEDDY ISCOOL. NOPROBS.
Via Futility Closet, Oedipus Rex, expressed in licence plates:
ONCEPON ATIME LONG AGO IN THEBES IMKING. OEDIPUS DAKING. LVMYMRS. LVMYKIDS. THEBENS THINK OEDDY ISCOOL. NOPROBS.
OKAY MAYBE THEREZZ 1LTL1. MOTHER WHERERU? WHEREAT MYDAD? NOCALLZ NEVER. HAVENOT ACLUE. INMYMND IWNDER WHOAMI? IMUST FINDEM.
JO MYWIFE GOES, "OED DON'T USEE? WERHAPPI NOW LETITB." IGO, "NOWAY. IAMBOSS. DONTU TELLME MYLIFE. INEED MYMOM. II WILLL FINDHER. FIND BOTHOF THEM."
The ending is really weird. Sick people, those Greeks. READ IT, DAMN YOU! READ IT!