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a month ago, i receive a copy of GQ magazine in the mail. it is addressed to me by name, at my address. the cover features justin bieber. i think: "they're just sending it to me hoping i'll like it and subscribe, and, well, good luck with that" then another copy showed up again, just now, and i'm rather confused: should i check my credit card statements for fraud or something? or is this just a superbly dumb waste of money trying to sell me on something i'll never, ever buy? |
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did you talk about this to your doctor? i think s/he might find this interesting |
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Lol @ mermaidman Could just be some promo thing, butt yes check your credit card or maybe someone like me sent it to your address on one of those little cardboard sign up sheets Regardless: Get your Beiber on sooooo haaardd!! |
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Perhaps your spying on yourself like a Scanner Darkly |
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Lol You on Grinder as well? |
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gentleman's quarterly: the stage between flop and a semi |
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why do i have panties in my drawer |
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Why not mermaidman lol |
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guys why do i have dildos on my shelf i don't remember buying them |
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Ummm I left them at yer crib |
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nothing on the CC thank the lord. i think it's just the world's most, i dunno, let's-piss-away-cash-and-kill-trees-simultaneously promo in the world |
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maybe i might know your address, but i'm afraid you don't know mine. |
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the first issues are free, bill comes later we always talked about prank ordering stuff to people, when we were kids; never did tho |
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was juuust old enough to order 2600, download phrack, modify a radio shack tone dialer to be a red box and have it work precisely once before they digitized everything. i remember, my friend and i were looking at each other, like... shit? really? did that work? did that really just happen? then there was no conversation; we just left very quickly. we'd never pulled this shit off before and what if burly men from the phone company show up? obviously silly in retrospect, but 16 years old, you know... then dave wright, aka not breathing, kind of my weird internet older brother for many years... he says: you might enjoy longmont potion castle. and, indeed, i did, and my aforementioned friend became almost obsessed with the guy. he texted me once, "i'm on a business trip to colorodo and i've made a pilgrimage to the corner of simms and oak" that, in fact, we managed to dox him pretty thoroughly. i have a name, phone number, address. latter two probably years out of date... but, hey, we can prank call him now, and... uhhh... we just never had the stones. that, in fact, you could shove a knife up my anus and i would not tell you any of it. the man is a national treasure and i utterly refuse to be the one that ruins it. but my friend and i, we actually got into a spat a few times -- longmont potion castle was, like, weird, surrealistic. calling someone at 3am repeatedly and then they scream at you, that's funny for a bit, but, like, alright man, i actually want to do nice prank calls? if that makes sense? or at least surreal instead of obnoxious we also hung out with the Phone Losers of America for a bit. another level, there. they'd talk about stuff like "pick a day you're not busy, pick someone who sucks, walk through the phonebook and make an appointment with everyone, every plumber, electrician on that day. and show up with popcorn and perhaps a camera" however, we would do this to each other on a small, nice scale |
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genuine lol at the prank plumbers works in my head all the time |
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i mean chances are it wont work or backfire horribly, but just picturing some asshole trying to plead their case to handy man after handy man is hilarious. plus the pranked would have to be at home. not so easy to find out in advance and stealthily. |
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We signed people up for Playgirl all the time |
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a quintuplet of jehovah's witnesses show up at your door in the pooring rain as you're tripping on acid. you apologized so much for them coming out here on a night like this; immature friends and you're so sorry. inwardly, you're quite mad, but you also really do feel bad for the poor buggers in the pouring rain for nothing and but then the ranking witness declares... NBD. however, do you know anyone else that needs... help in your current condition, you find this to be so, incredibly unsettling. like: do you know anyone who is currently in a vulnerable state? it's suddenly clear as a bell; their whole business model it's such a deeply unsettling, haunting moment. not the overall incident; but the italics on help. you're a bit shredded in the minutes after but soon enough you have it together enough again to call him up and yell at him, you asshole, you bastard he laughs the whole time |
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