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just bought an AA polo shirt online, fits ridicuously big so I called a store in Maryland to see if I can exchange it in person. they say ok, just bring in the receipt.

I had to goto NYC this week and just figured I'd bring the shirt and the receipt to a NY store, well bitch there says nope, nope, can't exchange, we have different inventory than online. blah blah blah, giving me all this attitude because she works at AA and live in NYC. Well guess what, I hate you bitch!

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So I'm cranking this chick. And its going good, but then all of a sudden I notice that she is sweating abnormally. So I do a quick lookiloo, and still couldn't figure this shit out. So I stop, and say, hey, is everything alright? And she goes, yeah great don't stop. But I'm like, whoa, but your sweating like a mofo, then she's like, yeah don't worry, its probably just the zoloft, and I'm like, bitch, why the fuck you on that shit? What the fuck is up witchoo? And then she has the nerve to tell me she thinks she depressed (while I'm trying to get my nut on nonetheless).

No disrespect to depressed people, but man, I hate that shit.

Stop complaining.

You're a lucky man.

You found the one in a thousand girls on Zoloft who still remebers what her pussy's for.

Serious ting.

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I hate people who worship Abercrombie.

I hate people who think Abercrombie's been around since the 1800s. It's only been the way it is now for like, 9 years.

I hate when people j-walk at night.

I hate when people don't say please or thank you.

I hate when people thank Jesus for everything. Did he really save your life?

I hate when people are offended by Religious influences in school, such as Christmas and "Under God." Whatever happened to tolerance?

I hate when I buy expensive things and they break. (I barely got to enjoy my new DH sunglasses before I dropped them, and my Emporio Armani glasses got stolen the first month I owned them.)

I hate when CDs are in those cardstock covers instead of plastic jewel cases.

I hate when security tags leave holes on expensive shirts.

I hate when my sunblock comes into contact with my neckline and bleaches my shirts.

I hate pimples.

I hate when my mom and my sister are going through "the time of month."

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I hate when my mom and my sister are going through "the time of month.",

because then I have to wait five fucking days before I can stick my tongue

up in their mayonnaise minge.

which bitch tastes better?

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I hate the Simpsons revival/renaissance. I understand that there's a movie coming out and all, but does anyone actually still watch the Simpsons? Are they even culturally relevant anymore? Not to mention all the stupid shit thats coming out Simpsons related. This should've happened 10 years ago, and it still would've sucked. Family Guy rules!

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i hate those little bugs that fly in hordes.

i dont even know what they are called.

dont care to learn either because i hate them that much.

i usually try to avoid them, but i accidently walked into one today.

i swear one of them flew up my nose.

hatred.

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i hate those little bugs that fly in hordes.

i dont even know what they are called.

dont care to learn either because i hate them that much.

i usually try to avoid them, but i accidently walked into one today.

i swear one of them flew up my nose.

hatred.

ugh, I have to deal with tons of those little fuckers at my summer job. They always get especially bad right around dawn/dusk, so I try to avoid even going outside during then (and it's a mostly outdoor job, so as far as I'm concerned I'm off work during those times).

I hate people who congregate around the ends of escalators to figure out where they're heading next. Annoying at the beginning of it, doubly annoying at the end.

I hate people who bring strollers (and therefore fuck trophies) into clothing stores that aren't for kids. There'll usually be other, slightly more-older ones who will run around, knock things off racks (or hide in between them). That and the damned strollers block paths, which they refuse to acknowledge.

I hate how it was impossible to find some slimmish, non-cargo black shorts anywhere in Toronto today.

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i was walking downtown today and this really gross group of guys was walking toward me. one of them leered at me and touched my wrist in an attempt to grab my hand. WTF? I felt contaminated afterwards. i hate it when random people invade my radius.

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i was walking downtown today and this really gross group of guys was walking toward me. one of them leered at me and touched my wrist in an attempt to grab my hand. WTF? I felt contaminated afterwards. i hate it when random people invade my radius.

isn't this just how italians do? seriously...

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they weren't italian. plus italians don't touch you unwarranted if you're not in a club or in a random packed place at night.

a japanese friend of mine took his newly wed wife to italy on honeymoon.

apparently she got touched and propositioned right in front of him. not that i care...

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when i was in italy they made a rule .... if a girl went out at night, she must be accompanied by a guy...no more than 3 girls for every guy, unless you were in a big group already, but basically....yeah, the guys are so fucking rapey in italy we actually had to escort the girls around so shit like that didn't go down.

what a romantic place.

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the further south you go, the more obnoxious italian guys are. I live in the north so they are really respectful, they'll never bother you if you're alone. that's why I was so disgusted by these foreign guys (i'm guessing eastern europe by the language).

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let me tell you all about something i hate. an occupational hazard perhaps.

i agree to sell someone a stussy shirt. first they spend a long, long time

hemming and hawing about sending the money to me as concealed cash.

what the fuck is this, sneakerfreaker.com? we don't fuck around with that shit

here, cause we're all over 15, and we all have banking accounts and paypal.

then, dude finally gets me the money by paypal. and emails me incessantly,

checking up on me, asking me if i've sent the shirt yet. motherfucker, i'm at work.

my mommy doesn't buy my kicks for me. sorry dude.

so, i rush over to ship out the shirts and, because i have a life, i fill out the forms,

leave the packages, and go off to chill out and have dinner and drinks with my friend.

i've done this countless times, and i've never had a problem with them processing my shipments and getting them out quick. not for nothing, but dude got his package the next day. not for nothing again, but a dude in canada got his package from me in two days. i fucking rule, okay?

but, my people were very swamped, and their computer system was down, and somehow, they mixed up the packages, and someone received a hoody instead of

a tee shirt, and vice versa. NOT THE FUCKING END OF THE WORLD.

dude emails me fifty-five point five times about the mixup and asking me if i'm a scammer and whatnot. i carefully and considerately explain that there was a mixup at

shipping and i will do what i can to rectify the situation once i hear from the other person who received the wrong item.

and then i go out to live my life, which does NOT revolve around the internet.

i come home to a bunch more emails, and i once again explain that i will handle everything.

what do i end up finding out?

THIS LITTLE SHITFACE IS SAYING THAT I'M A SCAMMER ON GOD-FORSAKEN HYPEBEAST FORUMS, WHINING THAT I SENT HIM A HOODY INSTEAD OF A SHIRT.

i am refunding both parties money to cover shipping and they can ship each other their correct items. i am not even dealing with this bullshit, a mistake occurred, you're not paying for it in any way, so please give me a fucking break. thank you.

and thank you for listening.

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