Greetings cockpears,
I was at Baltimore for the past couple of days. I spent most of the time down at the inner harbor, partaking in such activities as convincing old women that the lobster at Uno's pizza is fantastic and trying to make off with a young couple's dog. However, during the midday of this Thursday, I stopped into the nearby Best Buy. After browsing the aisles a fair bit, I noticed on thing:
Toasters. There were only like, 6 fucking toasters. SIX FUCKING TOASTERS. WHERE THE FUCK ARE ALL THE GODDAMN TOASTERS.
I asked the nearby sales associate what the fuck was this shithole's deal, and he gave me the usual "I'm sorry sir, any complaints should be given to our feedbacsaiofhaweuiofhsdnc" bullshit. I told that cunt patriot bastard to get the fuck out of "my city's Best Buy and that my taxpayer soup wouldn't bring his mother out of the mental institution". I don't know, my singed bread-induced rage was peaking and causing me to spew more than one angered nonsensical word-floods.
But seriously, WHAT GOOD IS BALTIMORE IF YOU CANT MAKE FUCKING TOAST? FUCKING MARYLAND. FUCK YOU AND YOUR FUCKING CRAB SHIRTS AND YOUR FUCKING BOATS. FUCK.
So anyway, I'm sitting here with around 4 Best Buy flashlights. I would recommend them to you, /b/, they're pretty good.
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I'm retired from LetsBeef.
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