Paper Cut: The Truth Hurts About Marketing

Man I'm tired of all these credit card solicitation snail mails I get all the frickin time. 0% for yadda yadda. I've had enough. And then even, just like those coy people at AOL, packaging the same crap in new and different packaging, even simulating a Christmas card with faux handwriting font used. Course you're suspicious, but jut to make sure, you open it. Sure enough, "your're pre-approved...". Guess what boy, you're pre-approved for my trash can. RRIIIIIIPPPP. I mean I guess they're just doing they're job, but feasting on ignorant common folk, foolin em into thinking its a good thing. Not cool, but people are stupid I guess.

Man what really gets me is I gotta wade through all this crap, maybe I let it pile up since I dread having to go through in the first place. Anyways, maybe I will get a shredder for Christmas. Oh, scuse me, 25th of December National Holiday. I'm going through ripping these apart, and I come across one with a big big envelope, like it has delusions of being something greater which it isn't. Of course, I open it just to see what new marketing crap scheme they have up their sleeve. Well, upon opening thise stubborn excuse for an envelope, it gives me a frickin papercut. A papercut! Now you know I am not going to even read it. RRIIIIIP. Somebody hand me a band aid. With a dab of Neo frickin sporin. I'm outtta here.

"The king's stinkin' son fired me. While you're at it, why don't you give me a papercut and pour lemon juice on it. We're closed!" - Mad Max (Princess Bride)