...........This
page is reserved for mutherfuckers that have bounced checks, committed credit
card fraud, or tried to scam us out of shirts in one way or another. We don't
take this kind of shit lightly over here and we go out of our way to make
sure you pay for your sins. Customers within a 200 mile radius have had their
asses kicked personally by us but the cocks that are out of our reach are
listed below. You will notice that we have included as much information as
possible, including addresses, phone numbers and emails. And we encourage
our fans and good customers to call these pieces of shit at 3am and harass
them or if you have a lot of free time, write them a shitty letter. Let them
know that you don't appreciate this shit! Do not let these check bouncing
mutherfuckers get away with this shit. Its time for a little vigilante justice!
Stores and other mail order companies, beware of these crooks!
-Hella-Shawn
...........If you happen to be on this
list and you would like your name and information removed, simply pay us what
you fucking owe and we will remove it (if you're lucky!).
6-16-06
THE WORLD IS OVERFLOWING WITH FUCKING ASSHOLES AND I'M SUFFOCATING
This rant isn't customer related but fuck it, I'll toss it up here anyway:
If you own one of these fucking hands-free-faggot-cell-phone-hanging-off-your-ear-gadgets and use it in public or anywhere for that matter, you are an asshole. You aren't cool, hip, or important. You are an asshole. No one is impressed. We only think you are obnoxious, pretentious, lazy...and an asshole. If you use one of these wastes of technology while you sip a latte outside of Starbucks then you are an asshole. If you have the time to sit out in front of Starbucks and bullshit about bullshit with the other losers with cell phones hanging out of their ears then you are all assholes. -Shawn
I HATE PEOPLE. I REALLY DO, I'M SERIOUS.
I'm fucking
annoyed again. Doesn't take much to set me off these days so bare with me...
So I get an email today from some clueless "Jerk off" and he proceeds
to tell me that $16.99 is a bit steep for a t-shirt.... First off, if $16.99
breaks your bank then quit that fucking job at MacDonalds and start selling
crank to catholic schoolgirls, be a real man. But whatever you do, please
stop taxing my shit because you can't bring home enough fucking bacon to sport
my threads...
So for the rest of you clueless shit-dicks, put down your fucking ipod, pull that sloppy dick out of your mouth and pay close attention while I explain how shit works in the metaphysical universe of the Rotten Cotton Compound.
I will title this rant:
"This
ain't no mutherfucking swap meet you cheap ass JEW, And I hope this makes
you cry..."
-by Hella "I fucking hate you" Shawn
There is nothing worse than cheap ass pricks. Cheap ass pricks that are used to buying 5 t-shirts for $10 at their local swap meet and wonder why Rotten Cotton doesn't offer a similar deal. So lets go over a few things so we can all be on the same mutherfuckin' page, shall we? Fucking read:
-I'm not Asian, I have an averaged sized dick, I'm terrible at math, and I don't do my own laundry.
-My tees are not printed in China for the price of a bowl of rice by 6 year olds who's names I can neither pronounce or spell. Our shit is all hand silk screened in our own shop utilizing state of the art plastisol ink and cured at 320 degrees by state of the art infrared industrial dryers. This is not a cheap fucking process! We cut no corners with our shit, that's why we are number 1. Asshole.
-You have no fucking idea how much it costs just to run a silk screen shop these days, employees, electricity, rent, ink, shirts, booze, narcotics, porn. Lets not forget the cost of living in California. It is fucked. But what is my alternative? Move to Ohio, grow a mullet and drink beer on the porch? Fuck that noise...So you have no goddamn business telling me how to run my company because you have not a clue what it entails. My month electricity bill alone is probably more than you make in a year. Dick spit.
-I loathe you.
-You probably live with your parents, they are ashamed and embarrassed of you. You are a loser, lower than the scum on the bottom of my boots.
-Did I mention I hate you?
-Your parents should have pinched you head off at birth. But unfortunately for the rest of the world they let you live and now you have ruined my day and made me waste 15 minutes of my life with a Deadbeat rant!
-Where else are you going to get our shit-ass-nasty-bad tees? No where else punchy, especially not at a fucking flea market.
-You smell palooka, and you give Jews a bad name.
-Rotten Cotton ain't no mutherfucking swap meet.
-We are cool. You are not.
So what's the moral of this story? If you can't afford my shit, just shut the fuck up or end up immortalized here in Deadbeat cyberspace so the rest of us can laugh at you.
Here is the
asshole's name and email, have fun:
John Bradley : DoubleDDDog@yahoo.com
-shawn
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