The YouTube clip above is actually just sound; AFAIK there are no images. Before I type anything else, I should quote you some background information with which to frame this clusterfuck situation:
In all my years of studying douchebaggery, never have i encountered anything like this. It’s such pure and unadulterated douche that I wish I could bottle it and use just a drop of it at a time.
The back story on this is that a girl named Olga was out with her friends in the Marina district of San Francisco (known for being a popular hang out for douches), and she talked to this guy named Dmitri for all of two minutes. Then she gave him her card and said “give me a call.” The above is the messages he left. Listen to the whole thing, it just keeps getting better and better. I won’t even tell you my favorite parts because i don’t want to ruin anything. Just listen. [omg]
Minnows, few things in my life have ever rendered me entirely mute.
That voicemail was one of them.
Unfortunately, I ran in to representatives for Massengill similar to this exquisite piece of shit work often when I lived at home. In startling contrast, in New York, guys will just walk up to someone and say, "I'll just be blunt, and if I sound like an asshole, it's because I am. You're hot...let's fuck." Far classier, methinks.
I'm still speechless, but at least I've recovered my powers of blog. I may be feeble with bronchitis, but I had to inflict that share that with all of you. Happy Chrismukkah, dear ones.
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