When a random scientologist reaches out to you, with a wrong number, it is your duty to take advantage of that with some kind of devious trolling. In this case, the silly photoshop trolling gives way to a rather ridiculous, ALL CAPS, meeting invitation. Definitely surprised over that outcome.
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This Jiffy Lube employee learned a swift and very necessary lesson in respecting a woman's boundaries, after using her private contact information to make a pass at her. His response tells us all we need to know about whether or not he's going to pull a slippery move like that again.
The best way to deal with those lowballing choosy beggars is to waste their time as much as you can, before they realize what's going on. That, that right there is priceless. So. Behold, all that in action.
There is a special kind of hell in this conversation. You better hope these people never put a bad wish on you, cause they had no trouble hatching up some truly evil purgatories.
The lack of ambition here is absolutely astounding. That and the combined stupidity suggest this shameless fraud needs to try his lazy hands at a different game, but I imagine that'd take too much work. So well, here we are.
Hunter Nelson is the villain in this stomach-turning tale, centered on the disappearance and potential passing of a beautiful dog named, Ollie, who never had a say in the matter. What happened here, and the shadow tactics at play to hide from the truth, is humanity at its very worst. The texts from the "dog trainer" show every sign of one twisted scam.
This tale of discovery and morally grounded action, traces back 23-years-ago, when a man named Gabriel lost his ID on a beach in Jamaica. Fast forward to present day, and we have John Hickey, sharing the story we have now, about his brother-in-law (Gabriel) having the ID returned to him after a series of surprising text messages.
