I got a call from my bank today explaining why my little debit card was acting wierd yesterday: they put a hold on it due to some funky spending that was out of character. Not only is it tacky enough to have someone steal your card number, but to be a big enough fucktard to try and buy $106.23 worth of cheap plastic shit at a Walmart in New York is pretty amazing.
Considering I've been boycotting Walmart for years and years, I'm glad my bank card declined there due to funky charges. I hope the asshole was embarassed enough that the cashier was unwilling to accept another payment. I hope that asshole will never be recognized by automatic doors for the rest of his/her life (considering I think of identity theives as younger than 75, they've got at least a good 20 years of not getting into grocery stores, airports, movie theatres, etc. ahead of them). I hope they suffer many canker sores, that they become allergic to all eight of the common food allergies, that they develop a morbid fear of cows, that they get ticketed EVERY time they speed, that their meters always run out faster than expected and that they get their identity stolen. Fucktards.
An Erinku:
Oh beer,
while good
you don't fill my
tummy like dinner should.
