More memories that I can't even post on Face-cunt-book.

3 years ago

Almost 2 weeks now and I still do not have my payment book for my car.

I worked Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday Thanksgiving week, so I am not giving anyone any slack for the stupid fucking holiday bullshit.

I got fucked over on my old car. The dealership was only going to give me $500 as a trade in on a car with a brand new $5000 transmission. It had less than 10,000 miles on it.

Then the finance guy said his brother needed a car and he would give me 800 to 1000 for it. his brother supposedly needed it for college.

Then when he got around to getting the car it was suddenly that his brother was between jobs and he only had $600.

Never, ever trust anyone that calls you "brother".

I had around $18,000 in that car including purchase price.

I hate this scamming ass piece of shit area.

I am also pretty sure that the salesman added tax and title in when he showed me the price, but when the finance guy got it financed the tax and title fees were added to the base price.

The finance guy is a scammer that should be fired.

If I see anyone using that car to do gig work I will beat them to death.

Now get me my fucking payment book and unless I need to go to you for service I will not be back because of Edwin.

 

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I am going to post this just because I find their commercials so fucking annoying.

Ingredients:

As natural peanut butter as you can get.

Real butter sticks at room temperature and maybe even barely heated.

Powdered sugar.

Your favorite edible meltable chocolate. (milk, white or dark does not matter.)

Almond extract. Extract not flavoring cap.

Vanilla Extract.

Put the peanut butter in a large mixing bowl. Depending on the amount you have add anywhere from 1/2 teaspoon to 1 tablespoon of each of the extracts. Stir thoroughly.

Stir in the butter a half stick at a time. you do not want it runny, but it should be fairly smooth.

Use a fork or some sort of mixing utensil, and not the mixer or it will whip and be no good.

You will now get a forearm workout. Stir in the powdered sugar until you pretty much can't stir in anymore.

Take a cookie sheet lined with parchment or freezer paper. Scoop out the peanut butter mixture and roll into balls in your hand. However big you want to make them. (Mine come out about golf ball size).

Place the balls of mixture on the lined cookie sheet and stick a good toothpick into each one. Put the cookie sheet in a freezer until the balls are solid.

You can just use a refrigerator, but you will need to refrigerate them more than once and for longer.

When they are solid melt your chocolate chips in a non stick pan or double boiler. Stir in a small amount of butter flavor Crisco to stop it from separating.

Take the balls out of the freezer and using the toothpick dip them into the melted chocolate.

Put them back on the same lined cookie sheet and when full refrigerate. You need to remove the toothpick and dip your finger in some warm water to smooth over the hole.

When the chocolate is hard they are ready to eat.

They are called Buckeyes and they are better than Reese's cups.

Fuck you Reese's "NOT SORRY."

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If the first words out of your mouth after you ambush an animal aren't "I put such and such pounds of meat in my freezer", but are rather bragging about what the animal looked like to thump your chest then you are what should be hunted.

"Hunting" for food, especially if you are actually poor, is one thing. Trophy hunting makes you an asshole.

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If the first words out of your mouth after you ambush an animal aren't "I put such and such pounds of meat in my freezer", but are rather bragging about what the animal looked like to thump your chest then you are what should be hunted.

"Hunting" for food, especially if you are actually poor, is one thing. Trophy hunting makes you an asshole.

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There is no fucking afterlife. this one is it. So to every single one of you pieces of shit involved in fucking my life up so that I get tortured on a daily basis: I want to end your fucking existence.

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I hate insurance companies.

The insurance I have at work went up to $60 a week out of my paycheck from $37 a week this year.

I make $600 a week before taxes so 10% of what I make before taxes are taken out goes to health insurance.

After taxes I bring home around $460 a week.

This country sucks.

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For the record, the assholes spreading bullshit about me wanting an easy job are going to get their skulls bashed in with a 2X4 when I find them.

I have specifically written online where anyone can read it for the last almost 20 fucking years that I wanted work that I got exercise.

I am so fucking sick of assholes doing the exact fucking opposite of every thing that I point out that I want to kill everyone.

I fucking hate you pieces of mother fucking shit. When I find out who is running this crap you and your whole family are dead.