"Don't tell my mother I work in an advertising agency; she thinks I play piano in a whorehouse."

I recall asking God for a Rolex, and instead, my blogster account has been hit with a shitload of spam commercials offering me fake rolex watches:

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I wonder who the fuck spends their worthless days going into a blog site, going into someone’s posts and posting this crap over and over again. 

Dude!  If I wanted a fucking watch, I would go into a fucking store and purchase the damn watch, or maybe go to ebay and get a cheaper watch… or wait for Christmas to come along so that one of my family members gives me a damn watch.

I know that we all have a calling in life… like being a firefighter, a teacher, a blood sucking lawyer; but being an online watch-selling spammer has to be a sign that you have hit rock bottom. It is life slapping you in the face and telling you that after you are done eating microwave food and government cheese,  that’s it buddy; time to go annoy some people with your fucked up advertisement. 

This fucker has really been annoying me for days, posting his damn advertisement on my posts lately.  Why me? What about me tells the world that I want fake watches to make me happy? 

I wish I knew who this guy was,  so that I could return the favor and send a few Jehova’s witnesses over to his house, knock on his door, and make him feel the way I feel every time he tries to push his crappy idea into my blog space.

Hoping he never sells a watch,

Anonymous

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