I had the whole time feeling like I was talking to...

I had the whole time feeling like I was talking to wrinkles, no one responded to the phone, 2-3 days to email to get 1 sentence. Asked for the personal code, even those dirty teeth could not read it, somehow it was known from the personal code that over the night I was underage for two weeks to send 3 letters I was told at all that I could go and return the pack. The eels sounded like my work would not have been their job, and as I would be a burden on them, like this fuck my fault, that your life fell down such a hill, that you were not even being thrown into manure. Fucking such a retarded single-celled green algae would not be fooled if I could only give one letter I would do. When this pasatorm goes bankrupt once, I go through each of their offices personally and gobble up the front doors.