My Humbuggy Hope

I hate Ticketmaster. I hate it so much, I wish I could beat it to death, like it were a giant, ugly clown pinata. I don’t think I know a single person who walks away from Ticketmaster saying, “Gee, that was a great transaction, I just love dealing with them!” NO. No, it is always a gut-wrenching, bend-over-and-take-it experience, and I hate them. Assholery, that’s what it is: ASSHOLERY! Beware, you Ticketmasterians – some day when the big poop hits the fan, you will crumble and I’ll call leprechauns to dance on the ashes of your smoking, rotting remains, and put curses on your ancestors so when they all land in hell for using your ill-gotten treasures, the harpies will snatch out their entrails and decorate your nasty, yellow gravestones with them!! /shakes stick

(More later: curses go first, for potency.)

:)