I would think that some people that would read this would know who I refer to. That stupid old fuck and his son that run a certain Dartmouth pawn shop. That miserable old bastard is a sorry excuse for a human being. Rude to customers and can't even keep his place organized. I swear there HAS to be drugs flowing through there in order for them to stay in business when they have so much stuff, you can't even walk around. Oh look, I found a bass. $200 you say? Not bad. Soon as I show interest and am holding it in my hands, you up the price to $300. Fuck you, you miserable old shit. There's a reason that women don't come into your place without a guy with them. You're dirty and hit on all of them talking about how you have a fucking uzi. Yes I still go to this store sometimes JUST in the rare case I find something that's well worth the price but I'll be damned if I go there more than once every two months. What is with these people that give pawn shops such a bad name?
|Lover of music, hater of shitheads|