More money, more problems.

Good afternoon, Jeffrey.

After careful review, we regret to inform you that your account is no longer in good standing, and immediate action is required on your part if you wish for us to not take further steps to ensure payments will be made in a timely manner. You are on notice for the following reasions:

• You have been continually late with your minimum payment for the last twelve (12) months.
• You have exceeded your credit limit multiple times.
• The things you buy (when you actually have credit available) are stupid.
• You laugh at us when we call and ask for payments.
• We received your burning paper bag of dogshit and we were not as amused as we presume you were.

Jeffrey, you can return your account to good standing by taking the following action(s)

• Set up automatic payments, ensuring you never go past your due date.
• Be mindful of your credit limit.
• Stop buying stupid shit.
• Answer your fucking phone.
• Stop sending us poop. Please.

Not making payments on your credit card is a serious matter, Jeffrey, and to show you just how serious we are, we’re increasing your credit limit from $4,000 to $5,000, just in time for the holidays! Now, you can spend even more money that you don’t actually have!

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It’s a paraphrased e-mail, but this actually happened like a week ago. Discover thought it would be a good idea to ignore the fact that I can’t make payments or stop exceeding my credit line by giving me more goddamned money.

Thanks, assholes. I’m weak and it’s Christmas. More dogshit is on the way.

Things I left off my résumé.

• Efficiency: I can watch a 30-minute porn video in 2.
• Retention: I once defeated my 2-year-old nephew in a How Many Cheerios Can You Fit in Your Mouth at Once contest 145 to 12.
• Speed: I do speed. A lot of speed.
• Proficiency: I have mastered the many uses of the very versatile word fuck.
• Planning: I know on which side the Salvation Army bell-ringer stands at every grocery store within a 25-mile radius of my home, thus allowing no hesitation in determining where to park so I can avoid them.
• Speeeeeeed.
• Determination: I won’t stop until that 5-pound burrito is gone or I’m dead.
• Restraint: In 10 years of Black Friday shopping, I’ve only killed six people. Two were in self-defense.
• Speed speed speed.
• Promptness: When I’m having sex I always finish early. If you aren’t first, you’re last!
• Multitasking: I can poop, play Fruit Ninja and eat a cheeseburger at the same time.
• Aptitude: I’m a know-it-all.
• Linguistics: I love the proper use of grammar.
• Culture: I’m a Nazi.
• Culturally Linguistic: I’m a grammar Nazi
• Hey man are you holding I have the need the need for SPEEEEEEEED.

Shitty gift for a kid.

A couple days ago, I was able to enjoy a day off from both of my jobs. Now, I don’t get a lot of time off, so when I do, I really like to make it count. I don’t like to sleep in or lounge around. I need to be productive! I need to get the shit done I’m not able to accomplish otherwise.

So on this day off, I was sitting with the Boss and we were making plans for the day ahead. By now, it had been two or three days since Thanksgiving, and there was nary a Christmas decoration in our apartment.

I was hoping she hadn’t noticed.

“Let’s go get some Christmas decorations!”

She fucking noticed.