Good. 'Cause I'm only saying this once.
You, over there. It's taking you TWO HOURS to buy fifty CENTS worth of Magic cards? You are wasting my time and annoying as hell. I don't care about your stupid red burn deck, I want you to effing BUY something, dickmunch. It's time for you to go.
Moronic scumsucker on the phone: no, I will not look for 30 cards for you "real fast". Come IN to my store and look for yourself. I have other shit to do- shit that makes me money and gains me new customers.
Cuntface that's complaining about our FNM prize pool again: What you are getting is free stuff. FREE STUFF. It costs me money to give it to you, but you get it for free. Shut your hole or go fill it with a steaming pile of shit. I don't want to hear your self-entitled jackassery anymore.
Assweasel over there with the baby and the small whiny kids: Wash your baby's grabby fingers before you come in here. Plus, why the SAM HILL would you bring your demon spawn into my store (where there is NOTHING to do) if they were bad at the MOVIES? What new drug are you smoking to think that's even remotely close to a good idea?
Jackhole over there: You're complaining about our terrain again? On DakkaDakka? For fuck's sake,what the hell do you want? We give you a place to play, for free, with terrain you don't have to buy or store. Our crowd puts up with your hyper competitive asshattery (though we draw the line when you pick on 13 year olds) and even offer you some good ideas on how to IMPROVE your list, and you still spew bullshit to anyone that will listen? Fuck off and die, dick knocker.
Fartsniffer from out of town: I just don't care how awesome your "store back home" is. I don't care that they offered discounts to "members" and I sure as hell am not cutting YOU a deal of any kind while you moan about my prices and expect me to lower them. I don't give discounts to the dude I sleep with- what in Matt Ward's name makes you think I'll give YOU one?
Elitist asshole who thinks they are better than everyone and wants to limit who can come into or play at MY store? What makes you so special that you get to determine which nerds, geeks and dweebs are "worthy" of hanging out with us? When YOU pay the rent, you can be the jackass to refuse someone entry, But you know what? I'm better than you precisely because I WON'T exclude anyone. Go die in a hole.
To the countless hordes of Yu-Gi-Oh players and THEIR PARENTS who keep harassing us: We don't carry the game. We have NO interest in becoming the local "drop off" center for 10 year olds with no money and bad attitudes. Not only that, but when it comes time to host tournaments, the whiny ass bitches and their dads don't want to pay the fee and want our store to manage 30-40ADD addled kids who ate too much lead paint without any supervision. 8 hours of "Jimmy took my Star Dust Dragon" will drive just about anyone crazy. NO THANK YOU, fucktards.
To the peanut gallery of snatchnapkins who think they know how to run my store and cut down my husband to my face (but won't talk to him directly): if any of you were running a successful business I might *possibly* give you even an ounce of credit. However, cowards that talk smack and hide behind a GIRL get nothing but stale farts and disregard.
Buck up and deal with the fact that I am the one whose ass is on the line every day - so *I* get to make the decisions. I don't owe you anything and I sure ans hell am not cutting favors for motarded nutfuckers that don't have basic manners.
Thank you and come again!
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