What the fuck?
Do you have one Deep Rock client who lives in a suburban apartment? Seriously, don’t you think that if I could afford to pay for a water dispenser, I would use that money to, I don’t know, buy realistic curtains, a door mat, or maybe repaint my front door so that it’s not a situation where brown paint is covering the edges of the number sticker because someone was too cheap to buy a new number before repainting the door?
Question: Does it come with awful office people who want to discuss shows where the people we are given to watch are selected based on singing ability? Because there’s nothing more exciting to me than the visual representation of singing.
And you really didn’t need to put a flyer on every one of my neighbor’s doors, either. An offer this exciting, I can hardly keep it to myself.
I suspect that our dumpster will be stuffed with paper cones very soon, and not because we all bought into those nonsense sno-cone machine flyers from last month.
Best,
Pete