Let's see who falls down one ton of manure that I'm moving with a shovel, eager as a kid before Christmas ... Today the target
(Or rather, targets) of this rant are those stramaledettissime pre-paid credit cards that paraded through advertising as a means to any object or not consumption that tickle our imagination and our desires, and in fact are a real noose the fools who decide to buy one.
But let's take a concrete example that their concerns myself. One evening a few days ago, shortly after the 'dinner time, I decided to make two steps up to the ATM "friend" to give a drop of breath assetatissima to my credit card. Too bad that this damn paper, took the 25 € charge without charging a penny on the battery. Needless to say, start
wear and angry beyond all human measure, pending the lousy service (???) reopen its call center teeming with sour spinsters and frigid hags.
spent the night with difficulty, you start to curse the voice without a 'soul of the answering machine and, after entering with a hand trembling with anger topsecret their data on their mobile phone, with a stroke of luck you can talk to one of these harpies .
Obviously you do not provide even a damn toll but also force you to pay those phone calls you need to do because of their inability and inefficiency of their ... As if to say that it rains in the wet.
Too bad it does not serve essentially to a cock: they do not find better to say it will open a practice (and that shit, cos 'it? The CIA?' s FBI?) which will address the issue. Meanwhile, however, must wait at least not less than 48 hours.
Two full days of pre-Columbian and Aztec curses against all those responsible for my gang of villains incazzatura. Still, the day when I'm writing, I have not managed to recover a penny of that ill-fated charge but ... we're just all 'start.
I have already prepared a beautiful letter A / R 's incazzatura against them and we will see some good. If their bones are hard, I am a mastiff from the teeth even harder, and I fell from their legs until I sent them to him gangrene. Word of dobermann!
(Or rather, targets) of this rant are those stramaledettissime pre-paid credit cards that paraded through advertising as a means to any object or not consumption that tickle our imagination and our desires, and in fact are a real noose the fools who decide to buy one.
But let's take a concrete example that their concerns myself. One evening a few days ago, shortly after the 'dinner time, I decided to make two steps up to the ATM "friend" to give a drop of breath assetatissima to my credit card. Too bad that this damn paper, took the 25 € charge without charging a penny on the battery. Needless to say, start
wear and angry beyond all human measure, pending the lousy service (???) reopen its call center teeming with sour spinsters and frigid hags.
spent the night with difficulty, you start to curse the voice without a 'soul of the answering machine and, after entering with a hand trembling with anger topsecret their data on their mobile phone, with a stroke of luck you can talk to one of these harpies .
Obviously you do not provide even a damn toll but also force you to pay those phone calls you need to do because of their inability and inefficiency of their ... As if to say that it rains in the wet.
Too bad it does not serve essentially to a cock: they do not find better to say it will open a practice (and that shit, cos 'it? The CIA?' s FBI?) which will address the issue. Meanwhile, however, must wait at least not less than 48 hours.
Two full days of pre-Columbian and Aztec curses against all those responsible for my gang of villains incazzatura. Still, the day when I'm writing, I have not managed to recover a penny of that ill-fated charge but ... we're just all 'start.
I have already prepared a beautiful letter A / R 's incazzatura against them and we will see some good. If their bones are hard, I am a mastiff from the teeth even harder, and I fell from their legs until I sent them to him gangrene. Word of dobermann!
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