MrDudeMan
Lifer
as some of you may know, there was an incredible deal on a toshiba laptop at best buy this week. my mom has wanted one for some time, so i tried my best to find one in my area. i called all the BB's, and of course, they all said we have a few in stock. i went to 4, and each time i was told they have none but the computer is showing some.
great. super. fantastic. so if i burned down the store, then would they give me one? where is my stapler?
i finally get a hold of a non-retarded BB employee (long shot, i know) and ask him to find one physically, not in the computer. he gets a hold of one, sets it aside, and asks for my name. I CLEARLY SAID TONY. he responds with "ok tony, it will be here for you."
now for the fun.
i am on my way to the last BB in middle tennessee (ive been in the car for over 2 hours at this point) and it is pouring buckets of rain. visibility cant be more than 100ft. well, i was on the phone with my mom, and i thought the hill was steep enough to take my foot off the brake.
BZZT!! WRONG!!! mrdudeman = noobcake retard. i let the car drift at .00001 mi/light year forward and it bumped the car in front of me ever so slightly. we got out, agreed nothing happened, and we are back on our way to go nowhere in stand still traffic.
fast forward - 10 minutes later. stand still traffic, and BAM, i get hit from behind. we get out, check out our cars, and i start :laugh: uncontrollably. nothing happened to my truck, but my tow-ball made a nice hole in her front bumper. i said sorry about your car, see ya later, and continued on my way.
fast forward - 1 hour later. i finish going those last 5 miles since the explosion on my back bumper, and i start asking who i spoke to on the phone about holding my computer. i finally get a guy that said "oh yeah, i spoke with someone an hour or so ago (actual time - 1:08, so close enough)". "he said his name was hammers." i was like wtf. hammers?
me - "where was he calling from?"
BB tard - "hickory hollow BB, employee named Tommy connected me with him"
me - "that was me. i was with Tommy when he made the call, but my name is Tony, not hammers. the laptop is for me."
AHHH!!! WTF!!! hammers?!?!?!
anyway, there was no hammers, because after waiting for an hour, they said i could have it.
oh, and about the gross food in my title...i had a cold piece of pizza (which i usually like) but it made me feel like 200 tiny midgets were running around in my stomach with ice picks yelling "HAHA you deserve this for denying the best buy warranty!"
i quickly put them in their place with some tums.
the end.
cliffs:
1) omg
2) wtf
3) bbq
4) got the run around for a laptop
5) had two car accidents
6) some guy thought my name was hammers
7) had some bad food, put down the rebellion in my stomach with tums
8) !!!
9) .999... = 1
10) profit!
great. super. fantastic. so if i burned down the store, then would they give me one? where is my stapler?
i finally get a hold of a non-retarded BB employee (long shot, i know) and ask him to find one physically, not in the computer. he gets a hold of one, sets it aside, and asks for my name. I CLEARLY SAID TONY. he responds with "ok tony, it will be here for you."
now for the fun.
i am on my way to the last BB in middle tennessee (ive been in the car for over 2 hours at this point) and it is pouring buckets of rain. visibility cant be more than 100ft. well, i was on the phone with my mom, and i thought the hill was steep enough to take my foot off the brake.
BZZT!! WRONG!!! mrdudeman = noobcake retard. i let the car drift at .00001 mi/light year forward and it bumped the car in front of me ever so slightly. we got out, agreed nothing happened, and we are back on our way to go nowhere in stand still traffic.
fast forward - 10 minutes later. stand still traffic, and BAM, i get hit from behind. we get out, check out our cars, and i start :laugh: uncontrollably. nothing happened to my truck, but my tow-ball made a nice hole in her front bumper. i said sorry about your car, see ya later, and continued on my way.
fast forward - 1 hour later. i finish going those last 5 miles since the explosion on my back bumper, and i start asking who i spoke to on the phone about holding my computer. i finally get a guy that said "oh yeah, i spoke with someone an hour or so ago (actual time - 1:08, so close enough)". "he said his name was hammers." i was like wtf. hammers?
me - "where was he calling from?"
BB tard - "hickory hollow BB, employee named Tommy connected me with him"
me - "that was me. i was with Tommy when he made the call, but my name is Tony, not hammers. the laptop is for me."
AHHH!!! WTF!!! hammers?!?!?!
anyway, there was no hammers, because after waiting for an hour, they said i could have it.
oh, and about the gross food in my title...i had a cold piece of pizza (which i usually like) but it made me feel like 200 tiny midgets were running around in my stomach with ice picks yelling "HAHA you deserve this for denying the best buy warranty!"
i quickly put them in their place with some tums.
the end.
cliffs:
1) omg
2) wtf
3) bbq
4) got the run around for a laptop
5) had two car accidents
6) some guy thought my name was hammers
7) had some bad food, put down the rebellion in my stomach with tums
8) !!!
9) .999... = 1
10) profit!
