It's Friday afternoon, pretty as a Peach outside and I am stuck in the office working--- oh, well.
So here I am, on a multi-jurisdictional conference call involving serious business matters as it relates to a potential Commercial Ocean Real Estate transaction (talking to my buds on the speaker phone trying to reserve a condo for the WMO) and I'm eating a bag of Cracker Jacks---- a BAG?--- what's this bag about?-- Cracker Jacks come in a box for goodness sakes. Oh well.
They ain't lost anything on the stickyness of the caramel popcorn I tell ya, I had this shit all over my fingers, keyboard, mouse, telephone, you name it all for the sake of the peanuts in the bottom. 7 frigging measly ass peanuts is all--- gimmie a break here Sailor Jack, you know there should be a minimum of 20 peanuts in a BOX of Cracker Jacks. I felt like kicking Bingo's mutt ass.
But the cu da gra was yet to come:
My Toy---- Where is my toy? All there was inside was a dumb ass riddle with some little sticker inside. This is out and out consumer fraud here people, and something needs to be done about it. Who do I get in contact with about this thing: FTC?, ICC? FCC?, EIEIO?
I am pissed I tell ya.


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