I M Verizon

VW-IAmWeasel
Based on a true story

Columbus, Georgia
January 3, 2012

IMWeasel2
Welcome to Verizon! How may I screw, uh, serve you today?

Basil
I’m looking to upgrade my phone.

IMWeasel2
Let’s see how long it’s been… Oh, you’ve reached the 20-month date for an upgrade. So, you can get the discounted price. Was there a particular phone you were looking at? Another Droid, perhaps?

Basil
Actually, I was looking at one of these iPhones.

VW-IMWeasel3
That’s a good phone. And, it’s only $199 on a two-year contract.

Basil
So, the contract will run to 2014? And if I want to upgrade again?

VW-IMWeasel3
In 20 months.

Basil
I’ll take it.

April 12, 2013

IBRedGuy
"Dear Valued Verizon Wireless Customer:

We at Verizon are changing our renewal terms. We don't care that the terms were 20-months when you signed the contract. We're changing the terms on our side before the contract ends. You still have to honor your end, though. Or we'll, like, take you to court, screw up your credit report, and anything else we can think of.

Please understand, Valued, that we're doing this to serve you better. Or something."

Columbus, Georgia
September 13, 2013

IMWeasel2
Welcome to Verizon! How may I screw, uh, serve you today?

Basil
I’m looking to upgrade my phone. I want to pre-order one of the new ones, the iPhone 5c.

VW-IMWeasel3
Certainly. That’ll be $549. Plus tax.

Basil
What about the 20-month upgrade?

IMWeasel2
Didn’t you get our letter earlier this year? We changed the terms.

Basil
So, you mean, I signed the contract when your policy was to upgrade at 20 months, which was earlier this month? And you decided to change your side of the contract, but hold me to mine?

IMWeasel2
Yes, sir. That’s what the email said.

Basil
Tell you what. Keep your damn phone.

Columbus, Georgia
January 3, 2014

ATT-IAmWeasel
Welcome to AT&T. How may I screw, uh, serve you today?

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Trusted Friend

Basil1960PhoneCall
[Marimba ringtone plays]

BasilButterfly
Hello?

basil75
Hey. It’s me.

BasilButterfly
Who is this?

basil75
Me. Or you. From your past.

BasilButterfly
Um, what do you want?

basil75
Yeah, I wanted to call you and tell you it’s a bad idea.
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Santa Claus Conquers the Martians II


It’s S-A-N-T-A C-L-A-U-S
Hooray for Santy Claus!
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Top of the charts

Bush!
Bush, Bush bo Bush, banana fanna fo Bush
Fee fi mo Bush, Bush!

Come on everybody!
I say now let’s play a game
I betcha I can make a blame out of anybody’s name.
The first four years, I treat it like it was not there
But a lot of silly reasons and excuses will appear
And then I say “No I wasn’t to blame,” and banana fanna blame a foe
And then I say that name and I make it very plain
And a fee fie on a foe
And then I say the name again and now you know my game
And there isn’t any name that I can’t blame

Clinton!
Clinton, Clinton bo Clinton, banana fanna fo Clinton
Fee fi mo Clinton, Clinton!

But if the first two years are ever brought up,
I drop my voice and say the name like
Bush, he killed the economy,
Clinton, she let the Ambassador die,
Osama, I killed him with my bare hands.
The media ignores anything that is contrary.

Everybody do Bush!

Bush, Bush, bo Bush, banana fanna fo Bush
Fee fi mo Bush, Bush!

Pretty good, let’s do the rich!

Rich, rich, bo rich, banana fanna fo rich
Fee fi mo rich, rich!

Very good, let’s do Wall Street!

Wall Street, Wall Street, bo Wall Street, banana fanna fo Wall Street
Fee fi mo Wall Street, Wall Street!

A little trick with YouTube!

YouTube, YouTube, bo YouTube, banana fanna fo YouTube
Fee fi mo YouTube, YouTube!

The blame game…

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RONPAUL!!1!!! NOT ROMNYE!!!!1!

GOP
Hi, everyone. I want you to meet our nominee, Governor Mitt Romney!

Mitt
Thank you! I’m proud that I’m going to be your nominee.

RONPAUL!!1!!
You’re no different than Obama!! Vote RONPAUL!!1!!!
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Justified


On this lonely road, trying to make it home
Doing it by my lonesome — pissed off, who wants some
I’m fighting for my soul, God get at your boy
You try to bogart — fall back, I go hard
On this lonely road, trying to make it home
Doing it by my lonesome — pissed off, who wants some
I see them long hard times to come…


Raylan, I need you to pack your bags. You’re going to Detroit.

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Bewitched


Abner! Abner! They’re doing it again!


Who’s doing it, Gladys? What are they doing?


Those strange people in that house across the street.


I tell you, Abner, there’s something not right about them!
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The Road Runner Show


Whatcha watchin’?


Cartoons.


Why aren’t you watching the news?


This is more real.


I like the news.



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Waitin’ on Frank, featuring Karl Childers



I’m waitin’ on Frank.



Saw on th’ Internet where he wuz back from Boston. Some calls it the Facebook, I calls it the Intenet.





I like th’ way he writes.

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Messin’ wit’ french fried potaters


Mmmmgh. I wuz readin’ th’ newspaper th’ oth’r day. Well, I wuz sorta readin’ it. I know some o’ th’ words. Some o’ them words I didn’t know.


Anyways, it wuz sayin’ that that Obamer lady has gone an’ made some rest’rants stop sellin’ french fried potaters. She ought not t’ do that.


I likes french fried potaters. ‘Course it’s only rest’rants like yer Olive Garden and yer Red Lobster that’s stoppin’ th’ french fried potaters. That’s what th’ Atlanta paper says, anyway.


It sez that th’ kids can get french fried potaters if their momma or their daddy sez they can. I thought it wuz a joke when I heard about it. But it’s not like any other joke I heard. Like the one about them two fellers standin’ on th’ bridge, goin’ to th’ bathroom. Mmmgh. That’n I got. Didn’t get the joke about the food, though. So I’m thinkin’ it’s not a joke.


Besides, folks treat me like a kid sometimes, an’ I’m thinkin’ that th’ waitress ladies won’t let me get ’em without my momma or my daddy sayin’ it’s okay. My momma’s dead. I kilt her. My daddy’s still livin’ but I don’t cotton to him to much. So I’m on my own ever since I got out th’ nervous hospital.


Anyways, if’n the Olive Lobster stores don’t let me get french fried potaters, I’m like to get right upset about it. I don’t think they’d care much for me if’n that happened.

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