Way out West there was this lady — lady I wanna tell ya about. Lady by the name of Rainbow Sponge Lady. At least that was the handle her loving parents gave her, but she never had much use for it himself. Rainbow Sponge Lady, she called himself Rainbow Sponge Lady. Now, Rainbow Sponge Lady — she didn’t make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where she lived, likewise.
He’s back, and he’s better than ever. Serial Blog For Boys post-ee Jones has made a glorious return with his new business venture, Jones’ Good-Ass BBQ and Foot Massage. Two things that I never thought would go together have been fused into one slimy mess, and I love it. He’s turned his big-ass truck rental and storage shop into an international empire. It’s like he’s unleashed Cthulhu onto the business world. Nothing will ever be the same. I expect that he’ll start opening truck stop saunas and Chuck E. Cheese methadone clinics in the near future.
I have a really big problem, because I like talking to telemarketers and customer service. I like to give them a call every once in a while to see what’s up with them. I ask about their family, kids, etc. Usually they ask me to stop calling, and say something about contacting the police, but I ignore about 99 percent of what people say to me anyways.
I’d say that my most frequent encounters with customer service happen when I have to call my insurance company to file a claim. It happens a lot more often than you’d imagine, and I’m sure you can imagine it happening a lot.
Way out East there was this fella — fella I wanna tell ya about. Fella by the name of GIF Guy. At least that was the handle his loving parents gave him, but he never had much use for it himself. GIF Guy, he called himself the GIF Guy. Now, GIF Guy — that’s a name no one would self-apply where I come from. But then there was a lot about the GIF Guy that didn’t make a whole lot of sense. And a lot about where he lived, likewise.