Slime of a Time
"You're fucking with me, right?! There's no way this is real!" Jay yelled at the store clerk looking at the price that rang up on the machine. "You mean to tell me that people bought this... ‘sLiMe Of A tImE' bullshit for that much?! Unreal!" Jay, 27, stood 6ft tall, 200 pounds, slender, Middle Eastern jock with a jaw that could cut diamonds. An absolutely stunning specimen of a man. He was a very successful athlete and money was never an issue, but this was ridiculous.
The clerk sternly spoke in a whisper. "Dude, you trying to get me fired? Shut the hell up, buy the God damn product, and piss off!" He clears his throat and begins speaking louder so his manger could hear the transaction. "That's right, sir. $249.99 plus tax. If you aren't satisfied, we have a 100% money back guarantee. But I promise you that no man or woman has EVER returned for a refund. In fact, they usually try to buy another. But only one per customer, I'm afraid. So would that be cash, credit, debit, or Apple... Read More...
The clerk sternly spoke in a whisper. "Dude, you trying to get me fired? Shut the hell up, buy the God damn product, and piss off!" He clears his throat and begins speaking louder so his manger could hear the transaction. "That's right, sir. $249.99 plus tax. If you aren't satisfied, we have a 100% money back guarantee. But I promise you that no man or woman has EVER returned for a refund. In fact, they usually try to buy another. But only one per customer, I'm afraid. So would that be cash, credit, debit, or Apple... Read More...