The Happy Tutor is trying to steal my fucking brand equity. He is moving his dumpster conversations to a discussion board. "What is next," he asks, "for WB?" As I as anyone had asked him to stick his nose where it does not belong. Still, I am sure all you pathetic excuses for customers have something to say. Opinions are like assholes; everyone has one. But The Future of WB, what you call "Reality," "The Market," "History," and "God" is in good hands, I can assure you. Freedom is on the Fucking March.
Let me know your vision of a better life in Wealth Bondage, so I can dash your dreams and grind them under my boot. You are as pathetic as the Tutor himself. Can't even get his comments to work and he is going to change the world: My World. Pardon me for laughing.
And thank you for your patronage. Your business is appreciated. How may I fucking serve you? Maybe with an apple in your mouth? Roasted?