Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?
Ok, so picture this. I'm at work. It's 3pm (or so). I hear a page over the p.a. system. "Manager, line one-oh-one." So, I grab my phone and answer.
I hear the voice of some lady on the other end. She tells me that she's looking to get a Pentium4 computer.
She wants to pay for said computer using...
wait for it....
buffalo meat.
I AM NOT kidding.
Where do these people come from?
I hear the voice of some lady on the other end. She tells me that she's looking to get a Pentium4 computer.
She wants to pay for said computer using...
wait for it....
buffalo meat.
I AM NOT kidding.
Where do these people come from?
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