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| - I bought three watches from the very lovely, Stephanie, whom is so awesome in general and then on top of that (as if being awesome isn't enough) she is so knowledgeable on each and every single product the store carries. She told me the artists and how they became known and where they painted the picture depicted on the watch and why they recently got a few limited edition 90s watches, of which I had to have one of. What kind of a fucking asshole doesn't buy a limited edition 90s watch who was born in 1985? Someone who got picked on and bullied for not moshing and wearing Dookie shirts and Doc Marten boots and Airwalks and shit. And I am the coolest person you know so I bought that watch like what. I also bought a cooler than your average bear, gold men's watch (I LOVE A BIG FACE) that is engraved/etched, it almost seems, inside with something that makes it look like I look nicely accessorized. I don't know what the fuck it is, but it's a G like G-Mail and it'll spy on you just like Google will too. Nah, just joshin about that part. Listen, it could be a big bald bird or the devil's Ram or Satan on water skiis or a military symbol or the FreeMasons logo or the Illuminati eating a bat crepe. I dunno. My eyesight isn't exactly 20/20 and I'm like Kanye- you can't tell me NUTHIN. Nothing at all. Just shut your mouth. I'll do all the talking. Lastly, and without the grammatical decency to begin a new paragraph, I bought a tight like prom night turntable watch and it is not like any of the others. It doesn't actually work. Jk, none of them do(: ....Also, a very exciting fact (in FACT, if you are older than 87, leave.) HEART-ATTACK exciting fact is that the awesome and lovely, Stephanie, figured out that their cash registers take Apple Pay and how to use it like a boss. Fuck yeah. FUCK YEA FUCK YEA.
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