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Dreadful pits of hellish torture for both customer and the people who work there. Press 1 to leave an amusing story, press 2 for us to send you a lunchbox full of turds.
( , Thu 3 Sep 2009, 12:20)
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and he would always, always, ALWAYS give users their new login credentials by phone as follows:
"Gud ofternoon sur, I'm hoppy to till you...
You're a CUNT...
...
...is riddy."
Reminded by this post
( , Thu 10 Sep 2009, 3:55, 8 replies)
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I dont think I could express it enough
really
( , Thu 10 Sep 2009, 4:12, closed)
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I never bear a grudge. To me, a grudge is nothing more, than a place to pahrk your cahr.
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I would like you to imagine me singing that to you, dressed in a tight leopard skin dress, with a lovely 80's blonde wig, doing a sexy little dance a la Tina Turner.
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I shall celebrate this tremendous accolade by cutting my frontal lobes out with a spoon and forcing the sticky grey brainsludge deep into my eyesockets, just in case you ever actually do that for real.
( , Thu 10 Sep 2009, 9:26, closed)
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