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anthonyhong

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  1. Your great grandmas rise from the dead as zombies, their flesh still cold. They come to your house and beckon you to come with them. For some reason, you do.

    They bring you to a jacuzzi filled with vomit, pig shit, and rotting flesh. The jets slowly pump rancid semen into the jacuzzi with you. The putrid smell singes the inside of your nose, causing you to puke... but as it goes into the jacuzzi, there's no telling whose corn is yours, or whether it's from your vomit or someone else's shit.

    The two zombie grandmas proceed to saddle your head. You can smell the embalming fluid as it leaks from her vagina and trails down the sides of your face. Her pelvic bone buckles and cracks a bit as your head is forced all the way in. You can't see anything, but the other grandma is busy at work milking her nipples for all they're worth- that is to say, not much. A few tiny drops of congealed blood flow forth from them... and then the force of her squeezing pulls the nipples off. She puts your hand to her breast, and you probe the holes to feel her cold mammary glands which once nourished your father as a baby.

    Something wiggles in your ear. One of thousands of maggots who made their home in Granny 1's abdomen has sought to explore a warmer host. Your attention is temporarily diverted as Granny 2 pulls Granny 1's vagina a little wider so that she can release a corpse fart onto your face, but then once again you are drawn to the wiggling in your ear.

    As Granny 2 begins to piss on your chest, Granny 1 dismounts from your head, allowing you to once again breathe the fresh odor from the jacuzzi. Maggots are now marching out from the holes that are now where Granny 1's nipples used to be. Before they can get anywhere, though, they succumb to the fumes wafting up from the warm, steamy hot tub.

    You're starting to feel a bit woozy yourself. You begin to lose consciousness just as Granny 1 is beginning to take monster shit onto your forehead as Granny 2 holds your head down. Granny 1's shit is firm and normal at first, aside from the occasional maggot, and the fact that it is lubed with cold blood that seeps from tears in her anus- but before it's even half-way out, it launches at your face like a torpedo, followed by a salvo of hundreds of globules of diarrhea.

    It's the last thing you remember as you finally fade away...

    Ps, removed ending cuz it spoils it

  2. Why does everyone assume it's Canada Post's fault, and AGAIN FOR THE 100000000000000th TIME, EVEN IF IT WAS THE FUCKING PACKAGE WAS MARKED AT $60 SO WHAT GOOD DOES THAT DO ME??!?!?!?!??!

    Jesus f. christ, I realize there isn't a screener to register on SuFu but they seriously need to instill some sort of IQ test. Nothing crazy, but maybe something like you need an IQ of 80 or greater to be a member. I guarantee that would weed out 90% of you idiots.

    blah blah blah.

    fill out the non-existent damage report

    blah blah blah

    call canada post and ask for a $60 refund for jeans you paid $200 for

    blah blah blah

    morons

    Moron? Why the fuck don't you compose your thoughts, and actually articulate yourself in a sentence rather than bitching like a bitch.

    FYI, maybe you did not know this but marking an item as gift does not ensure you will not pay customs fees! That is right! Head over to the Canadian border services website, or better yet give them a call. Gifts only pass when the value declared is under 50 dollars, and if you want to dispute it, you better have a fucking birthday card/ any other method of proving it was indeed a gift. Now they usually wont enforce the card rule, but if he declard your jeans at 200 dollars, you would be paying the Canadian sales tax, along with any handling fees incured at the border. It sure as hell looks like btam tried to do you a favor here.

    A favourable conclusion for this mess, from what I gather, considering your manerism is you want a full refund from btam- no questions asked, and no action on your part. At the price of your compensation another will incur a loss, perhaps you should suggest something a bit more equitable and please stop with the fucking caps, !!!!s and blahs.

  3. I gotta stick up for btam here too, I've dealt with him and hes a fucking reasonable seller, and Montreal TBH you aren't helping the situation here with shit leaking out of your ass.

    The only real blame you can put in Btam is his coice in packaging material, but then, cluthing items are sent in plastic envelopes, even fucking letter mail without a problem.

    Its unfortunate that your item was damaged, we get it. Regardless of his method of shipping, and choice of material shit happens. It isn't btam's fault. I trust you wouldn't blame him if the plane it was on crashed? I don't mean to point out the extremes here to make a case, but its the same idea, it was out of your control as mch as it was out of his control. It sure has hell doesn't benifit anyone when this happens. The one at fault is Canada post. Take your anger to them, they will listen. As much of a bitch canada post is, they are at fault, and they are responsible.

  4. Why you so fucking fat?

    If you need to stretch something asap, like say you ate too much yesterday and would like to fit into some cluthings today... try to wet the waist band, and stuff stuff into it; textbooks, boxes of cookies, containers of butter, you get the idea. Anything that you can stack up and gradually add to. Textbooks are probably best. You could then dip them cookies into the butter and nom it.

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