Fuck You MCM- A FOAD Special

Okay... follow along close. You may need a piece of graph paper and a slide rule to keep up, but here goes.

In the beginning stages of this mnd screw of house buying, I went and pulled our credit report. Looked it over, and found something weird. A company called Midland Credit had us owing them $1250.00... okay... what the fuck? So I call them.

Call 1- After getting disconnected 3 times, I finally get a talking head on the other end of the line asking for an account number. Well, I don't have one of those- so I give the social security number and she pulls it up. Apparently this is a collection account for Providian. A credit card we had years and years ago. I am pretty sure that was paid off a long time ago, I told her. Shit, fire and save matches. Now, we HAD a Providian account when we moved here. We closed it and paid it off. We paid it off in October of '04. Of course in my fluster of what the fuck, I am told "If you paid it off, no big deal, just fax us proof that it was paid off." ?!?! Okay, fine. Hang up the phone, throw a fit, and start digging through records and papers.

Call 2- Say fuck it and call Providian for information on the original account. Once we did the round about of confirming identity she tries to pull up an account that has been closed for 4 years. She gives me another company to call to trace it to- Oddly enough it is NOT Midland.

Phone call 3, I call the next company. A nice guy named Guy checks the account and confirms it indeed was paid off in October of 2004. I ask him how this account got sent to a collection agency in San Diego if it was paid off 4 years ago. He's stumped too, by the way, just as I am. I was able to get the original account number tacked to the account from him. It was a Visa- I know that because it started with a 4.

Call 4- Back to Midland to ask them where did they get the account? When? Account Number? All that happy shit. Midland gives me a Mastercard account number (Started with a 5), said they got it from some company name Presidio... Never heard of these dirtbags, btw, and Forest Gumped me saying they couldn't tell me anymore about that, because they had no contact information for Presidio. Hmmm... okay...

Call 5- To Providian, who as luck would have it, had to be routed through Washington Mutual Bank because I had no card number to give the auto-answer machine... I talked again to a nicely employed off-shore rep and asked her to grab old information. After once again talking to my husband to confirm that he was here- she said we had one account with them. Ever. A Visa account- that's right- starting with a 4. I confirmed the Visa number with her, and yep- the was the only one she had for us. Fuck a duck. Okay...

Call 6- Extensive forum digging on Google provides me with contact information to a company named Presidio, who apparently sold Midland this account of ours from Providian... I get a really nice lady there. I give her the mastercard account number that Midland says we owe for- and for the account they claim Presidio sold them with our name on it. She doesn't have it in her system. I give her our names. Nothing. Our SSNs- nope. Presidio has no fuckin idea who we are- never heard of us, have no card or account in our name, not even a single address linked to our zip code.

So to sum up thus far- Midland Credit has us on file for owing $1250 on a Providian mastercard account that Providian doesn't have in our name, that was sold to them by a collections company that has never heard of us, and are telling us we carry the burden of proving that we paid it off in 2004, even though the one we paid off was attached to a different Providian account number and was paid off to a company called Palisades.

Call 7- Back to Midland to inform them that Presidio has no record of this account, us or this ghost balance. Also tell them that Providian has no records of this account belonging to us- as all we had with them was a Visa account. She tells me to file a Police Report. (What the mother fuck??) And to contact the FTC about Identity theft.
Now I am quite sure this is not ID Theft as further down my credit report I show a soft hit in May from a skip trace, and oddly that's when this ghost account shit got added to my report. Some prick in a cube farm somewhere found a name match and tacked this shit on to our experian and transunion report, because he saw a previous account with Providian.

In any case- Call 8- The feds. Called the FTC, filed a complaint... and then asked, "Okay, now what?" The Federal Government said to inform the company that there has been a mistake- and said if they will not fix it, ultimately I am within my rights to contact an attorney and sue them.. As I never received a bill, they have provided no proof of the debt, etc. The FTC said that whether it is due to theft or not, it is still fraud.. Fraud is a felony. :) I asked her how likely it was that a thief would steal our numbers in order to open ONE card account for $1200. She kind of laughed- not really the way it usually happens... and more often than not the credit card company that originated the account would still have it tied to your name.

Call 9- Shit, It's now 10:30 p.m., I am pissed off and frustrated, and I get back with Midland to inform them that I have filed a complaint with the FTC. She says I need to get a police report. Wait, what? Yes, see because she says it is Identity theft... I say, one, I am in Europe, so what police do I call? Second, I am quite sure no one stole my information in this matter, just someone in skip tracing fucked up. Now these sonsabitches want me to fax them an affidavit stating the account is not ours in order for them to do the research and take it off our credit report. Gee, just an affidavit? It's that simple, huh, bitch? Well, of course if I send it with a police report... basically- they don't acknowledge that it was a mistake, it must be theft. You fuckweed.
She says an affidavit is all that is needed, and if I send it to them with any "supporting paperwork", they will expunge my credit of this debt. Some little minimum wage prick fucks up a skip trace, and leaves me to try to prove a negative.

Midland is unwilling to do any of this research themselves- I have to get legal papers, and "supporting documentation". The burden of proof somehow does not lie on their shoulders, but the consumer's. In the mean time I get to write and retell this story to every bank we want to shop with for a mortgage until Midland stops jerking off into the cereal bowl of my life.

I have a complaint on file with the FTC. I also filed a complaint with the BBB. I am seriously considering hiring an attorney... especially if this shit delays us buying a house, or costs us massive amount of points in interest in trying to get a mortgage from some over zealous little bastard in his cubicle not verifying the validity of a debt and identification associated with it.

Calls 10, 11, 12 will be to Providian, and the other companies involved to try and sweet talk them into helping me prove my negative to these cockbites at Midland. Why should it be my job to prove THEY fucked up?! OMG I am SO fucking pissed off. I may make calls 13, 14 and 15 to stars and stripes, and consumer groups to besmirch these fucktards in every public forum I can find.
So MCM, Midland Credit Management you can FUCK OFF AND DIE for adding this much more bullshit to the stress of moving and house hunting. Your company sucks big fat dick, and I hope you get put out of business by the federal government, with your managers led away in chains. Your company is unethical and I would be surprised if you make any money at all with your business practices. FOAD. You suck something fierce.

Keeping a good attitude...?

I would like to put this up- more as a reminder to me. In the next weeks, when I know things are inevitably going to piss me off... There will be days when I want to climb walls, phone calls that will make it hard not to hurl the handset into the wall, and people I will want to punch square in the face when they just can't give me a straight or consistent answer... I will think fondly on this video. I passed coffee thru my nose watching it, and it wil no doubt give me a little smile, while I grit my teeth. I may be saying "Thank you, have a nice day", to their face- but just behind my lips I am telling them, "Go FUCK YOURSELF!"

FOAD

A short but sweet ode to assholes... Errand running sucks. It sucks more when complicated but some stupid bitch who thinks herself to god damned good to have to find a parking space like everyone else.

Whilst trying to finish out my running about yesterday, I was forced to go to Pulaski to drop off some forms. Now Pulaski is a little inclusive POS part of the base where we keep the USO, thrift shop and civilian perso... you know what? Suffice it to say it is where they put the army and their programs that are side-notes, i.e. the Veterinarian is up there too. I digress. This little stretch of property has a single two lane road that runs right thought the center- and if you need to turn around- screw you buster- you have to drive ALL the way to the end. The parking is limited by the fact that it is lined up along the sides of the road, unless you want to pull off into one of the few parking lots and walk half a mile to the office you are visiting.

Instant frustration, just add asshole, and aren't I blessed that one made herself readily available to the situation. Some bitch in her fucking 45K dollar Escalade decided she was too fucking good to go park behind the thrift shop half a block up to wait for whothefuckever she was waiting for. She pulled her big ass up near the ass end of the parked cars and put on her hazard lights. Keep in mind there is really no place to pull it over up there, just butt your fat ass, over priced, over sized, piece of shit car inches from the cars parked legally, and leaving the majority of your car hanging into the narrow two lane road, and blocking up traffic.

As I had missed the office the first time around (I don;t make it up there often), I noticed she was there, but as I was going to other way, I didn;t think much of it, except "What an asshat." To the end of the road I go to turn around. I came back, and having to wait behind her fat ass car for 3 other cars to pass so I could go around, I parked behind the thrift shop and walked across... now, keep in mind- she was sitting there as if waiting for someone who would be right out- thus far, I had spent about 6 or 7 minutes in driving parking and walking... Her piece of shit was still sitting there. To make my frustration a tad worse, she was in the car on her fucking cell phone, chatting away. What a bitch!

Having run my errand, and come back on my way to the car, the fucking hag was still sitting there, hazards on, waiting- maybe for the second coming of Christ. When I went to pull out on to the street, her stupid ass had traffic tiptoeing around her, and therefore making it move slowly so I had to sit there and wait. I even saw other people in their cars making the "WTF Face" and they craned their necks around to ensure the next thing they saw wasn't the hood of another car crashing into their own.

SO, this is to the fucking whore bag who thought she was too fucking good to go park her fucking car like everyone else. You and your sense of entitlement can kiss my fat ass.

I don't fucking get how someone can do shit like that. It ain't 7-11, and it is just really fucking rude to inconvenience others with your stubbornness and inconsideration. Even if you thought that swinging dick you suck would be right out- when he didn't show right back up, go park your fucking car, twat! Don't call your facebook gal pals and plan your next cock tease party, while I am trying to see around your piece of shit to make sure I am not going to get hit by oncoming traffic.

It is not so much her in particular- but all these fucking people who walk around with this sense of entitlement and privilege, that the rules don't apply to them. Now I am all for bucking the system- but that's in the face of bad business, financial injustices, etc- (like AAFES, or Dell) ... I don't endorse dumb shit like being an asshole in traffic because I am too god damned good to walk half a block. You're not making a statement- your just being a fuckstick. FOAD I hope your $45K car gets side swiped... I can think of no one more deserving.

A new installment

Yes, yes, it's been a long time. Stopping by Jane's this morning, I realized how long it had been since we had a good old fashioned FOADT around here... so here we go.

~Fuck off and die TKS Cable, the biggest rip of artists in the world. For your constant fuck ups and your most recent one of trying to continue to bill me for a service I had turned off in February. That's 8 fucking months of me constantly telling you "That's not right. Please see to getting it fixed." I know things can take time... but Seriously... 8 months?!
Americans in the KMC! You DO have a choice over TKS for on base service... It is twice as fast and 1/3 the price... and not littered with asshole representatives.

OH! When I went in there- I said "If this doesn't get fixed, my head is going to pop off." That smug little bitch looked at me and said, (I shit you not), "Are you threatening me?;
Uhhmmmm... Even in the worst case of English as a second language nightmares did I ever think saying MY head is going to pop off would be construed as a threat. This is the same rep who has pissed me off constantly for the better part of the last 5 years when dealing with these dumb pecker weeds. I got at least 5 inches and and 50 pounds on the little bad-dye-job-bitch. If I wanted to threaten her, I would be far more succinct as to have her question IF I threatened her.... She'd know... and the threat would not be for bodily harm. I am a far more vicious bitch than that. I like to get people chewed out, reprimanded and fired. Douche Muffin working for a bunch of unethical fucktards.

~As per par, AAFES can fuck off and die. This time, for the ability of anyone to think far enough ahead of retail events to order things that will be in high demand. Like kid's jackets, or long underwear.
Or Halo 3. The whole Halo thing has my dander way up. They can't even give an answer on wether or not they have been ordered at all. Assclowns from the ninth ring of Hell! To go hand in hand with that stupidity, I was told by the kid-du-jour working that AAFES policy is to order and stock a game twice. Ever. "That's what they figure the shelf life is." Dumb bastards. Maybe you should lay off on the yearly sports games orders, and listen to your customers. They still have copies of Madden '06 out... and Rugby, and FIFA, and MLB, and NCAA.. In fact any sporting game released is pouring forth from the store shelves like puke from a wino... but games the customers have asked for? Nothin' doin'.

~The American Media can FOAD, too. Thanks for getting on the hitch and reporting about a terror plot story... that broke here in Europe days ago. Self absorbed fucks... There is a whole BIG world out here that has news in it besides the Politics of America. CNN America gets its news from CNN world? Come on! No, no... let's talk about an albino buffalo giving birth to a white buffalo calf instead.

Moved

We are moved and propagated! YAY! Suck it VistaPages. I wasn't going to say that, but then they decided to hold my domain name hostage while they tried to sweet talk me into staying with their hacker-target, slow-POS, non-loading- Cpanel server. Fuck them.

Yes it's late this week. Bear with me.

And now that I have that off my chest... TKS. Last month we had a fight when we turned off our internet and phone and went to TCom. (Three times the speed for half the price and such...) Well, I go in to pay the bill yesterday, because my premium channels had been turned to fuzz. I didn't think it was time to pay my bill, but what the hell do I know, so I went down there. I even smiled at the son of a bitch behind the counter when I said, "Hi, I need to pay my T.V. bill."

He pulled up my account on the computer and as he continued to click that frickon mouse through screen after screen, he started looking more perplexed. "You mean your internet bill, Ma'am?" I think that he immediately realized he said the wrong thing.

"There is no internet bill. And in case you're curious, there is no phone bill either. We cancelled the internet and phone and just kept the T.V." I was a bit testy, and was accelerating towards pissed off... especially considering the fact that our internet bill used to be $130 and our T.V. bill, which is due in the middle of the month, is about $50. He jumped out of his seat like his ass was on fire and ran to get the log book... Thanks to the fuck sticks at the Ramshaft Pharmacy, I was not AT Vogelweh for him to find said paperwork.

I did make sure to thank him for his time, and I think he found the fact that I laughing comforting. Why laughing? I knew it- I just fucking knew they would find someway to screw it up. He even cracked a smile when I said under my breath, "I guess I'll go see them at Vogelweh then... cockbites." I called K2 on the cell absolutely fuming and told him about the cock gobblers, and the asses I was about to chew off when I got back to Vogelweh...

He called me back just as I pulled into the asshats parking lot- he had already taken care of it. (He loves me!) He went down after I called him and got them to pull said paperwork and find out WTF. We didn't even OWE this month's bill. I paid it 3 weeks ago. That company is brimming with fucktards. Fuck Off and Die TKS, you money scamming imbecilic bullshit artists. The U.S. Government should kick your asses off base.

Reserved

Today is Thursday. The day for me to run off and spout off at the face about the sonsabitches that are pissing me off this week, and tell them to fuck off and die.

At this time, I am reserving my comment for fear it could be a detriment to unleash it, and be one of those cutting off my nose to spite my face kind of things. So think of this as a place holder, and once I get this issue resolved I will come back and let it all hang out. I will say that these guys are being a bunch of cockgobblers.

Kiss my ass TKS

TKS sucks. They are the German reseller company for cable, phone and internet services to the troops here in Germany. When you first arrive here in Germany, your sponsor will likely take you by the TKS offices as part of your orientation.

When all was said and done in our case, we were carrying a TV cable bill of 40 euro a month, a phone bill of 40 euro base plus long distance (which usually ran another 50), and 99 euro for the internet. This internet got us a 3 MB down/512 K up connection (on a good day). That's a fuckload of cash to be connected to the outside world... But we paid it- as we didn't have much of a choice. We didn't think we did.

Then TKS took away the one good bargain they had- it was a price deal that all the calls back to the states were .05 per minute. They just decided that they could make more by cramming the American service members up the pooper. After me spending several hours on a "Fuck that, and Fuck them" tirade, we got Vonage. We still had to pay for the German phone, but it was a little cheaper, and I didn't use it for any long distance.

Then K2 started doing some digging around. Our buddies offbase were getting 16 MB DSL from T-Com, (The parent of TKS) for 60 Euro a month- and it included the phone- a phone with all calls in Germany to land lines for free. As I looked back and saw TKS still ramming it's money grubbing dick in my ass, I got a little pissed off.

The best part was? We could get this fast fast service directly from T-com, here on base. No one had told us that before. We called TKS- they offer DSL too- half the speed- for about the same price as we were paying them for our cable modem service. It took them a week to tell us that as they had to "test the line". Deutche Telekom tested the line based on our phone number- immediately- no waiting... And we about shit our drawers- 16MB?! I think I got wood.

Woo Hoo!! So we jumped through the hoops to open a German bank account for billing, and set up DSL/phone. When I went down yesterday to turn off everything, I almost had to spring over the counter and beat the fuck out of the woman on the other side. Not only did she force me to pay through the end of the month that I don't want to use- as Germans do not believe in pro-rated anything ever- but she said my last payment wasn't there. I digress.

IF you live on base in the KMC, and are getting ass raped by TKS, you have options. The shtick is, they buy what you can get directly from T-Com for yourself, triple or more the price, cut the service in half, slap an english bill on it and resell it to you... no vaseline included...

So for the last 4 years of fucking us for a shit ton more money then we could have gotten from Deutche Telekom- I hope you fucksticks drop dead of scurvy, or leprosy, or sepsis. I know everyone needs to get theirs and all- but taking that much advantage of the military members is bullshit! FUCK OFF AND DIE, MUTHA FUCKERS!

Spammin' Assholes

Although you are aware that I have "chick style" big balls of brass... I do not need any fucking penis enlargement pills. I also don't want to look at "busty blondes", "hot asian chicks", "cum shots", "milfs", or "girls taking it up the ass". My insurance rates are just fine, I don't need to refinance my home, and my investment portfolio doesn't need your help. If I need prescription medication, I'll go get it for free from the doctor.... Oh, and I have a drawer full of sex toys of all shapes, sizes and functions. Please stop trying to sell me a vibrating cock ring with your animated gif and promises of pleasure.

Yes, yes, we all get that mail box full of fanfuckingtastic spam... I don't much care about that, as most of the people who really want to contact me have the other email addresses to do so. What pisses me off as of late is the 40 or so spam comments I have to delete out of my comment section of this blog every 6 fucking hours.

See, I know damn good and well that the handful of readers I have don't give a flying fuck about your porn site, pal.... and while I did turn on the filters, I still have to hand sift through your bullshit to find the new posts by people who haven't commented here before. So FUCK OFF AND DIE, and take your blog bots and cram them right up your pooper, you ass spelunking shit rats.

Now I can't say as I surprised that sleazy ass T&A sites cram my in box and spam filter with pussy posts... BUT... GEICO?! I just... I can't... I don't... I can't... What the Fuck? Geico? As in insurance? With the Lizard? The multinational billion dollar corporation? Spamming blogs for business?! Fuck you pricks. You should know better and can afford more than this kind of stupid shit... So FUCK OFF. I hope your lizard dies a horrible painful death- impaled on a flaming skewer- (or better yet- eaten by the Afflac duck)... and really, so do most people, because your mascot is just fucking annoying- but spamming blogs is just low. Slime bags.

Fuck Right Off and Die!

Firstly, I had a fucked up morning... So let me go ahead and extend a fuzzy FOAD to the dentist my son went to see this morning. My son lost it... bad. Yes, it is entirely on the Boogerman that the situation happened. My son was such a big chicken, I think I saw a feather or two fly out of his mouth. He is being appropriately punished for his role in this.... HOWEVER- Had the good doctor done what I suggested in the first place, instead of giving me the brush off and ignoring me, everything would have gone as scheduled.

He asked me to wait outside, because "Many kids look to mom to get sympathy." I made it clear my son wouldn't do any such thing, and I offered to restrain my son for him so he could do the lidocaine shot. The doctor declined, and gave me some bullshit spiel about being "easier to handle kids if mom wasn't there".

Like a good and accommodating woman, I stood on the other side of the wall, out of sight-out of mind. My kid started freaking out worse because he thought I left. The fucktard almost got his fingers bit off. After fighting with my kid for 20 minutes (that's no exaggeration), he came and asked me to help out... Well, welcome to the smart-party, shithead, can I get you a drink?

Of course by that time, the kid was so traumatized, we didn't stand a snow balls chance in hell. He was pretty much sure we were going to kill him with the lidocaine needle. End result? Reschedule (a whole month out), and I got to take my valium/hydroxyzine drugged kid home with cavities unfilled, to stumble up the stairs and miss school. Next time they are going to try demerol. Wonderful! Drugged, stumbling and PUKING child... then I will have to carry his 55 pound ass up four flights of stairs.

As per par, doctors think they know everything- so fuck you, buster. Maybe you should listen to the person who lives with the kid everyday.... Do I strike you as a push over, worry-wart, over protective soccer mom? You Fuckbag. If we had pinned his ass in the first place, my life, and yours would have been easier, you know-it-all peckerhead. The trauma wouldn't have been a 75 minute ordeal... it would have been over with quickly.

One more thing... after you have spent 45 minutes fucking freaking a child out, then ask him a yes or no question, when he is on the verge of hyperventilation- and totally drugged out of his gourd- don't expect him to call you "sir", unless you plan to start calling me "Your Benevolent Highness".

Best pass on to your technician that there is a difference between being stern and being a bitch... She doesn't get to tell my kid that he is being a brat. I was around the corner, not on mars, whore. Not what to do. You can tell him to stop, you can tell him to be quiet and be still, you can tell him the consequences of his behavior- you DO NOT call him names. I didn't call you a silly bitch, did I? It's your job to keep your cool under difficult circumstances- that's why you work in Pediatrics.

FOAD, and thanks for a lovely time... you dickheads.

Fuck You Very Much

Dear "You Know Who You Are",

Let me first say- Kiss my ass and fuck you. Now that we have cleared up the general tenor of this rant, I will go into more specific details.

Having put up with your ever increasing bullshit, I must say, I am not sorry for what I said to you. Every word was the truth. You do need to treat your peers like grown ups, and human beings with feelings. You are capable of hurting people's feelings. So I have zero regrets about how I responded to your bullshit comment. What I do feel bad about is your lovely wife. I apologize to her, that her feelings got hurt in the fall out. As you have seen fit to completely isolate her socially from me, I won't be able to pass along my regards. I am sure you did that because you are a selfish insecure little prick... God forbid she talk with me and find out that this was all YOUR doing because you felt the need to open your prickish little mouth, again, and say something stupid, again. I am quite sure you closed the IM, and spun up some bullshit about how I was being a bitch and told her not to come over. I don't suppose you had the integrity to tell her you pissed me off royally, and got y'all uninvited. Lie all you want- Karma will get your ass, mother fucker. So, go ahead, and cut her off from me. You certainly don't want her finding out what a lying piece of shit you are, and being told you gamble the meager salary you make online for money. Good call. I am just that spiteful.

As for you and your fucked up view of the world. In all the time we have known you- you have 2 levels of conversation, and 2 topics. There is the big boy talk- where you try to be funny or talk shit. You are not very good at it. Then we always can count on the fall back to the fifth grader attitude in which you deal with most everyone you meet. You are on your way to 30 years old. Time to grow up, shitface. There really IS more to life than what you saw on TV, or what movie you watched. Perhaps if you spent more time with people instead of that one-eyed mind fucker TV set, you might be capable of more intelligent conversation.

Of course by that, I do not mean spend every other waking moment thinking about, playing, or setting up poker games. I have a news flash for you- people who are not compulsive gamblers do not need to gamble to have a good time. When people who are not addicted to gambling play cards, they do so to have fun... a few laughs... They are not in it for a thrill or for the money. Playing with some stoic shit who thinks he is going for the million is not fun. Sitting at a table for three hours with some peckerhead who takes the game and himself too seriously is un-fun. (Especially when said peckerhead has the sense of humor and maturity level of a 5th grader.) Ready for the news flash? You are a text book case of addiction. YOU have a gambling problem. I have pamphlets from working in the casinos. I can give you a few. Get help, son.

You can fuck right off for the bit about "Zero Fun" because we weren't playing cards. I don't need to take nor give my friends money to have a good time. I don't even need to get fucked up. That's what friends are... fun to hang out with. You missed out on a really good time. Not that I care- but you fucked your wife over doing it. There is more to social gatherings than poker games and beer. Oh and as for the drinking thing- you don't have the sack for drinking anyways- I don't know why you encourage it in others. If you want to come over and drink- then drink... stop being a big pussy... saying you are gonna get fucked up, and then nursing a miller-lite for 2 hours. Just say you aren't drinking, sissy boy. This isn't a high school party- we are not going to pressure you, or think you're uncool for staying sober. We will think you're a fucktard for talking big shit all week about getting drunk then coming over to watch us drink like it's a spectator sport.

If playing poker is the only reason you ever wanted to be over here, if we are boring other wise- than good fucking riddance to your pudgy ass. Gee, I am oh-so-disappointed that you won't be around to fucking annoy me, hurt my kids feelings, talk shit, and bore the fuck out of everyone in ear shot with your never-ending drone about what T.V. show was great. Seriously- T.V. is fine- but it's fucking TV. WE REALLY DON'T CARE AS MUCH AS WE PRETEND TO. When people are trying to change the subject, or seem to start "nodding and smiling" the thing to do would be stop talking about TV shows- not find a different show to fit the new conversation the grown ups are having, just so you have something to say.

Hats off to you on removing me from your AIM, and your XBox list. (Let's see how long it takes your juvenile attitude to get you banned from Live for being a prick.) Do me a favor and don't try to make nice with my husband at work. Unlike you- I won't put my spouse in a bad situation in the middle. You may confront me directly, should you ever grow a pair and a sack to hold them in. But this is between you and me, buster, leave K2 out of it, or I will get in your face.

Get a life, asshole. Get a life and Grow up... do it for the sake of your wife and kids.