There is a company, whom I shall not name to protect the guilty, which just delivered unto us an invoice for a surprising sum for work not requested. It’s not really anywhere near my level of the Dark Ivory Tower where I have to contend with something like this, however, if this was a vendor I had to deal with, I would be in their office and my armor-tipped vendor-poking-finger would be in full effect.

This is ballsy. This is impressively ballsy. We’re talking gold-plated, titanium-ringed, plutonium-filled balls here. The amounts are all obnoxiously large and round, just like the balls, and the “work” done is more of a ripoff than anything really creatively done. If I were on a higher level of the Dark Ivory Tower I would investigate suing them for plagiarism, theft, and criminal obnoxiousness.

If this was my money I’d be up to their home office like a shot, letting all the air out of their tires and egging their houses, then covering their palatial estates (balls that big, estates for sure) with as much cheap flimsy toilet paper as I could get my hands on. This level of chain-yanking bull-shiat (higher class bullshit) demands nothing less.

The absolute audacity of this place is utterly shocking. But then again, they are marketing whores. Gaping holes on ’em so big if you yelled at them you’d hear an echo.

Stunning. Bullshit. Stunning Bullshit. Wow.