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Behind The Scenes And In Front of The Insanity…..

Tonights Post Has Been Postponed Due To The Fact I am Burned The Hell Out from Doing a Load of FYB Behind the Scenes Bullshit.

I spent the Day trudging through a Back Log of Posts that need to be Categorized and Tagged. I’m Stubborn, Belligerent, and Stand Offish. I have No One else to Blame but Myself.

I Ignorantly Ignored Organization. Now I have the Unpleasant Pleasure of doing Damage Control. There Hundreds of FYB Posts that Languish in the Infinite Uncategorized Digital Purgatory where Past Posts Linger Lost in Limbo That need Rescuing.

FYB Started to Get its shit Together Merely a Year ago, and there is Now an Increased Need for New Content. FYB is Primarily to Showcase My Writing along with a Couple Others, but FYB is Evolving None the Less. It’s Morphing into My Own Personal Online Oddities Shop of Sorts. A Way to Elaborate on My Other Interests Outside of Writing Alone.

My Shoulders are Cramped. My Eyes feel like to TVs stuck on Static. My Brain is Failing Me. Thinking Straight is becoming Increasingly Difficult. I’m well worn Out and fucking Exhausted. I must Rest and Regroup for Tomorrow’s Harrowing Adventures Toiling Away Burning the FYB Candle at Both Ends.

10-4 Over and Out,

Les Sober (12:57 am)

FYB Presents Animated Abominations: Sebastian’s VooDoo and Doll Face

Welcome to Another Installment of Animated Abominations Featuring SEBASTIAN’S VOODOO and DOLL FACE!

Sebastian’s Voodoo which was Directed and Animated by Joaquin Baldwin is a Short and Tragic Tale of Self Sacrifice to Serve the Greater Good. Sebastian’s Voodoo takes place in a Voodoo Doll Makers Work Shop where Numerous VooDoo Dolls hang on Miniature Meat Hooks. The Voodoo Dolls Who possess some form of Conciseness are subjected to The Doll Maker’s Sadistic Torture at the Hands of The Dll Maker Who repeatedly Impales the Dolls periodically causing Them a Great Deal of Pain and Torment.

One Voodoo Doll manages to wriggle off its Meat Hook and makes a brief escape. The Doll Maker Returns and The Doll realizes that It must Save It’s Fellow Voodoo Dolls from the Cruel Clutches of The Doll Maker. The Doll then becomes aware of it’s own VooDoo Powers, and uses Itself to Target the Doll Maker. The Doll Maker who had Another Voodoo Doll in His grasp retaliates Using His Voodoo Doll to Attack the Escaped Doll. A Brutal Duel ensues with Each Combatant wielding Their Iron Will Unyieldingly.

Finally The Escaped Doll comes to the grim Conclusion that it can Kill the Malicious Doll Maker by Stabbing Itself in it’s Own Heart which in Turn would Kill it as Well in Some sort of a Bizarre Hybrid Murder-Suicide. The Doll Accepts Its fate and Plunges the Needle deep into its Chest puncturing Its Heart as it the Falls to its Knees and Dies. Meanwhile the Malevolent Doll Maker Freezes and then Collapses to the Floor Dead as Well. The Remaining Voodoo Dolls Free Themselves from Their Hooks, and Surround the Martyred Dolls Deceased Body. Enjoy.

Doll Face is a Haunting Cautionary Tale of the Entrapments of Vanity and The Pursuit of Perfection by Andy Huang. Doll Face is a Mechanical Robotic Mechanism with a Female Human Face. Doll Face becomes Obsessed with the Images of Beauty Personified in a Make Up Model on a Television that is Suspended from the Ceiling. Each Time the Image changes Doll Face immediately replicates the Image though each time the Image Changes the Television Retracts back towards the Ceiling. This forces Doll Face to Strain Harder and Harder each time to See The Next Image. Finally Doll Face is incapable of Seeing the images on the Television, and Doll Face Strains So Intently to See the Television that She inevitably Self Destructs. The Video Ends with Doll Face Laying Broken on the Floor done in by Her Own Desire to Emulate The Endless Images of Perceived Beauty within Society. Enjoy.

Thanks for Watching/Viewing,

Presented By Les Sober

FYB’s Salute To Eccentrics: Goddess Bunny Part 1 The Forgotten Story of Hollywood Icon Goddess Bunny

In this Installment of FYB’s Salute to Eccentrics We Showcase Entertainer/Singer/ Actress/ Model/ American Drag Icon Sandy Crisp AKA The Goddess Bunny.

We first came across The Goddess Bunny when We posted The Video “Obey The Walrus” which was predominately Footage of The Goddess Bunny Tap Dancing. We were so Enamored We HAD to Learn More since What We had Found Out We felt was rather Insufficient.

To Recap The Goddess Bunny is Johnnie Biama who Identifies as Transgender, and is a Testament to Overcoming the Brutal Hardships of Life Itself. Biama contracted Polio as an Infant and was later Abandoned by His Mother who Turned him over to the Foster Care System as a Young Boy, and Biama grew up in Various Foster Homes for Disabled Children

While growing up Biama was both Physically and Emotionally Abused at the Hands of Countless Foster Family members. Not only did Biama suffer horribly at the Hands of Several Foster Families, BUT She was also the Subject to the Malpractice of a Slew of Doctor’s as a Child who’s “Treatments” bordered on Human Experimentation and Torture. As a result of the Botched Hack Treatments Biama endured further Pain and Disfigurement of Her Body.

Biama’s Primary Passion is Tap Dancing which She hopes She can Use to make the World a Better Place for All. She was Married to Rocky Dale Wilson Her Devoted Husband until His Untimely Death due to Aids. Biama over the Years has assembled a Handful of Younger Men She Refers to as “Sons” who are Delighted to Daunt Over Her. One of Her so called Sons (Who goes by Daze) made a Video Dedication to His adopted Mother’s extraordinary Life and Being. We came Stumbling across while Surfing the Internet one Day and were instantly Entranced.

Daze uses the Video to Regale the Tale of Trials, Tribulations, and Ultimate Triumph over Severe Adversity in a Very Fairytale Manner. Daze’s Devotion is Unquestionable as His Love for The Goddess Bunny Herself. Daze Narrates the Video in a Surreal Zen Like Calmness even when recalling Tragedies that befell His Beloved Mother.

Heads Up You Might want to Smoke some Marijuana before Viewing as it takes the Video to a Whole New Level as well as Realm of Reality, but thats just a Suggestion. Enjoy.

Hope You enjoyed this Surreal Trip down The Goddess Bunny’s Personal Rabbit hole as much as We Did.

Presented By Les Sober

A Muslim Exorcism

I’m sure Many of Our Reader’s read the Title of this post and Immediately wondered “What the Fuck?!”. That is Due to the belief Exorcisms are assumed to be a Solely a Catholic Issue. As if Catholicism has Monopoly or Lock on the Subject of Exorcism. That couldn’t be Farther from the Truth. All Races, Religions, and Societies have Their own Rites of Exorcism since the Dawn of Organized Religion.

This includes Muslims who’s Religious Text is the Q’arran that is Full of Stories and Tales of Spirits and Ghosts of All Kinds such as The Jinn. The Jinn is believed to be Either a Malevolent Spirit or a Kind Spirit it works both ways. This in part is what makes a Muslim Exorcism different from a Catholic Exorcism.

Now in the Video the Muslim Exorcist references Jinn’s Several Times through the Ordeal. The First significant difference between the Catholic and Muslim beliefs is in Evil. The Catholics believe the Demon/Devil is Possessing The Victim’s Body Dominating it to do its Vile Will, and that its Ultimate Goal is to Kill the Host and Thus Aquire Their Eternal Soul.

In this specific Muslim Exorcism the Demon/Devil while generally Resisting the Exorcism Repeatedly States that it is there Possessing The Young Woman in an Attempt to Protect Her. Secondly the Key to a Successful Exorcism in the Catholic Belief is getting the Demon/Devil to State its Name which makes it possible to Vanquish It. Here The Demon/Devil Names Itself Voluntarily claiming it is a Demon/Devil Named Izul, Yet the Muslim Exorcist Doesn’t Use that to His/Victim’s Advantage.

The Other Oddly Different aspect is in the Muslim Exorcism Unlike in a Catholic Exorcism the Exorcist is the One in Control. In Catholic Exorcisms the Priest must Battle The Demon to Dominate It before He/She can Drive The Demon/Devil Out. The Muslim Exorcist seems to treat the Demon/Devil like a Bratty Child in spite of the Dramatic Theatrics of the Situation making Statement to the affect of “If You Don’t do What I Say I’ll Punish You for It.” Attitude/Mentality

The Exchange between the Exorcist and the Demon/Devil in the Muslim Version of Exorcism the Muslim Exorcist is much more Conversational as opposed to Confrontational when dealing with the Demon/Devil. Where in a Catholic Exorcism again the Priest must Command and Demand the Demon/Devil to do His/Her bidding.

The Last Difference between a Catholic and a Muslim Exorcism is Instead of like the Catholic Priest who must Drive the Demon/Devil out by Sheer Force the Muslim Exorcist again very much in control actually Permits the Demon/Devil to In The End in Fact Leave Though it Fought to Stay the Entire Time.

Enjoy.

Hope You Enjoyed This Little Piece of Holy Hell as Much as We did.

Presented By Les Sober

FYB’s Monday Night Monster Movie: FRANKENHOOKER

Welcome to FYB’s Monday Night Movie Featuring The One, The Only FRANKENHOOKER!!!

Tonight FYB is Delighted to Present The Classic Cult Monster Movie Written By Robert “Bob” Martin and Frank Henenlotter and the Movie is Directed by Frank Henenlotter FRANKENHOOKER!!!

Plot Summery: When New Jersey Medical Student Jeffery’s Fiancee Elizabeth is GRUESOMELY DECAPITATED in a Freak Lawn Mower Accident during a Cookout. Jeffery save Elizabeth’s Severed Head, but the Rest of Her is SHREDDED INTO HUMAN GROUND BEEF in the Accident so Jeffery concocs a Plan to Use His Science Skills to RESURRECT His Beloved Elizabeth from THE DEAD. To Build His Would BE Bride a New Body Jeffery must Harvest New Parts from the Bodies of New York Prostitutes He lures into a Party and KILLS using a EXPLODING CRACK! Jeffery Then uses the Parts of the DEAD Hookers to Bring Elizabeth Back to Life.

Unfortunately Things Go Ary as Elizabeth’s Brain is Damaged and She Escapes into the Night looking for Customers. Meanwhile the Vicious and Violent Pimp Zorro is on the Hunt to find the Man who MURDERED His Girls. What Will Happen to Poor Jeffery? Will He be Hunted Down by the Psychotic Pimp? Will Elizabeth’s Memory Return? Can Jeffery find love in the Arms of the Monster He Created?! Watch and See Dear Viewer Watch and See………

We Hope You Enjoyed Tonights Tale of Sex and Slaughter as Much As We Did!

Thanks for Watching/Viewing,

Presented By Les Sober

Was My Neighbor Norman Bates Incarnate?!

I was mulling around the House the Other Day and I found Myself thinking about Past Neighbors We’ve had in Our Travels over the Years. As most of Our Reader’s are aware I’m rather abstinent when it comes to Neighbors though I tend to ignore most, and hate most of the Rest. Once in awhile there is an Exception to the Rule where One of Our Neighbors was in Fact a Very Cool Individual.

While Perusing the in the Mental Library of Our Past Neighbors One sticks out as Truly Unique, and while the details may Fade a Bit over time as I get Older, BUT still I will NEVER forget these Particular Neighbors. I’m Not exaggerating when I say These Neighbors were the kind of Shit Urban Legends are based Upon.

We were Living in the Great Souther Swamp at the Time, and there was a Neighbors House located behind Ours with a 6 foot privacy Fence running Directly down the Property Line separating the Two Backyards. Now the Observations started by sheer coincidence as there was No predetermined thought about it. What I mean is while doing mundane shit in My backyard like Mowing the goddamn Grass I would casual glance over at My Neighbors Yard without really thinking about it, it was more of a Subconscious Reflex if You will. I never thought to Myself I’m going to Spy on My Neighbors like some Nosey Fuck it was just a way to break the Monotony of Laboring in the Yard.

Slowly I started to consciously Notice certain Details about The Neighbors who lived Behind Us. First thing that occurred to Me was Their Backyard was a Blank Canvas since there was a Total Absence of Gardens, Patio Furniture, or Any Typical type shit You see in Peoples Backyards like Lawn Ornaments, Cloths Lines, Kids Toys, Gardening/Yard Tools, Hose, Hammock, or Fire Pit for further example. For all Intents and Purposes The Neighbors Backyard was Simply a Square of Grass with a Small and Empty Patio located Outside of a Set of Sliding Doors.

Now in the Great Southern Swamp Yards be they Front or Back were a Big Deal with Tones of Professional Landscaping, Bright and Vibrant Gardens, and Lush Green Lawns that are meticulously maintained to the Point of Absolute Insanity. So to have a Yard that contained Grass without Additional Botany or Human crap in it was like finding Bigfoot. It was just Unheard of.

I also had observed that all the Visible Windows had been covered with Blackout Curtains. You know the Ones that People Who work the Night Shift employ so They can Sleep during the Day like a fucking Vampire. The aforementioned Sliding Glass Patio Door was also equipped with said Blackout Curtains. The only difference with the Sliding Doors was that Usually the Curtains were Slightly Parted if You will with a 2-4 foot gap perspectively at any given Time. This allowed Me (or anyone for that matter) an opportunity to Sneak a Peek into what I assume was the Neighbor’s Living Room or Possibly Den.

Later on I noticed The Mannequins. It Started when I noticed there was an Adult Sized Generic Store Mannequin standing in the corner of the Room to the Right of the Sliding Doors. It was just a basic Mannequin being made of White Plastic with a Virtually Featureless face wearing a Blue Base Ball Cap and a Vibrant Red T-Shirt. The Mannequins Arms were positioned reaching out straight in front of it as if It was waiting to be handed a Package or to Give someone a Hug.

Thats rather Odd granted but it Didn’t End there. A little way longer down the Road I saw the Second Mannequin which appeared to be a Teenage sized Mannequin. I say this because if it was a Child Sized Mannequin I more than likely wouldn’t have been able to see it. Also the Second Mannequin was A Third Smaller in Dimension than the Original Adult Mannequin. The Teenage Mannequin stood Idly by the Second with its arms at its Sides like One of the Guards Outside of Buckingham Palace.

Now this is where My Wife and I disagree. You see a THIRD and Final Mannequin finally Joined the Crew. The Third Mannequin was obviously Dressed as a Adult Woman in Brightly Colored Sun Dresses with Flowers patterns on it and shit like that. It also sported a Black Wig that was Black, shoulder Length, and had Bangs. I fully Believe that there were in fact Three Different Mannequins though My Wife Believes there were Only Two. She adhered to the School of Thought that there were only Two Mannequins and the Alleged Third Mannequin was The Same Adult Mannequin that was being used for as Both the Female and Male (Original Mannequin with the Base Ball Hat) Mannequin. Unfortunately as I said previously this was over Eight Years Ago and My Memory is Blurred a Bit. I can’t for the fucking Life of Me remember definitively that I did indeed see Three Separate Mannequins standing Together or if I only saw One Adult Mannequin along with the Teen Mannequin.

Come to think of it I can’t actually say Neighbors due to the Fact I never saw a Single Person or Persons who may have been Residing There. I honestly couldn’t Tell You if it was a Family or A Couple with No Kids, or a Single Person who lived Alone. Not to mention there was never a Car parked in the Driveway or Out Front of the House (The House Didn’t have a Garage) so that combined with the Vacant Backyard and constantly covered Windows gave the impression No One lived there as The House was for Sale. Also I never hear a single voice coming from the House or Backyard as if The Occupant(s) were Deaf or Mute or Perhaps had taken some Vow of Silence.

The Crazier Part is The Mannequins weren’t the Weirdest Thing about these Neighbors, Not in the Least. The Second Phenomenon was the Middle of the Night Movies. I swear to God I’m not blowing smoke up Your ass when I say that these Neighbors must have had a $100,000 Home Theater System. I say this because They Neighbor(s) would Play Kid Movies (Like Disney or Pixar) in the Middle of the Night I’m talking 2,3,4 in the Morning. The unusual thing was that They played the Movies at FULL FUCKING VOLUME You could hear EVERY Word of Dialogue, Every Note of Every Soundtrack Song, and Everything Else like Ambient Noise Doors opening/closing, footsteps, car engines, and Sound Effects CLEAR AS DAY. It was the Equivalent of having a UnLicensed Full Blown Drive In Movie Theater located in the Heart of Your fucking Neighborhood. And Again they were Always and Only Kids Movies, NOTHING ADULT BY A LONG LONG SHOT.

For the Longest Time I thought The Middle of the Night Movies were the Strangest Thing about these Neighbor(s), But looking back on it there was One more Oddities that Hadn’t ever Occurred to Me. After a Few Years Whoever inhabited the House behind Ours Moved Out I don’t know exactly when But the fact remain that They did. The Next Resident was a Collage aged Girl and this was blatantly obviously Her first Independent Living Situation. She had tons of Friends over blaring shitty EMD music, binge drinking, and making a shit ton of Noise (Yelling, Screaming, Hysterical Crying, Arguing, Laughing, and general making an INSANE amount of Noise Every fucking Night All fucking Night Long till 5am on Average. Now The Neighborhood was a Quite Blue Collar Town where 9 out of 10 Households had Kids.

Needless to Say the Other Neighbors repeatedly called the Cops over the Noise Disturbance(s) and Repeatedly the Police came and Shut the Party Down. There was one Sunday Night around 10 pm when the New Young Neighbor’s Friends decided it was a good time to utilize a small assortment of Power Tools. The Neighbor to Our Right was so pissed off He ran out into His backyard in Nothing but His fucking Underwear, Went out His back Gate, Walked over to said Noisy Neighbors, and Unleashed Hell Upon Them like His Name was Rasputin. It got so annoying that in the End the Neighborhood reported the Young Woman to the Home Owner Association Nazis (HOA) who stepped in and Used Their bullshit Powers for Good and They Put a Permeant Stop to the Late Night Revelry Once and For All.

Now here’s the Strange Detail I mentioned earlier which is This NO ONE EVER NOT ONCE CALLED THE COPS on the Previous Eccentric Neighbor for Their Middle of the Night Movie Showings, No One Batted an Eyelash. I can’t figure out WHY? The Only reason that I can think of that makes ANY Sense whatsoever is The Neighborhood as a Whole were simply Scared of the Previous Home Owner. I can’t say I would Blame them as Crazy can be Annoying/Enraging, BUT No One wants to get Caught Up in Anything Crazy. I mean what if You pissed off Your Mentally Unstable Neighbor? What would They do? And most Importantly would They get angry and Retaliate? And that’s when the “I Don’t Want To Be Murdered By a Psychopath” Scenario comes into Play.

Thank for Reading,

By Les Sober

The Repugnant Return of GWAR to FYB with Phallus in Wonderland

GWAR the Scumdog’s of the Universe are Back and Wreaking Havoc like Never Before in PHALLUS IN WONDERLAND!!!

Phallus In Wonderland is Thrash Metal Punk Rock Band Gwar’s First Attempt in a Commercially Released Long Form Film. The Video was Nominated for a GRAMMY in 1993, but Lost to Annie Lennox of all fucking People. I mean how the fuck does GWAR even End Up in the Same Category as Annie Lennox in the First fucking Place Anyhow?!

Phallus In Wonderland is the Story of Gwar’s Battle Against The Morality Squad, after the Theft of Lead Singer Oderous Urungus’s “Cuttlefish of Cthulhu” which is Oderous’s Pet Name for His Penis. Gwar is summonsed to New York City for a Commercial Shoot for Gwar Serial a Cornflake-like Food sprinkled with Cocaine in place of Sugar.

The Morality Squad’s Religious Representative Father Bohab is preparing to Lauch an Attack on Gwar is Convicted of Molesting a 12 year Old Choir Boy. The Shocked Morality Squad believe Bohab was Framed by Gwar and Their Unscrupulous Manager Sleazy P. Martini. Bob is ultimately released and Lead a Morality Squad Protest Picketing Gwar. That is Until Gwar along with Sleazy BRUTALLY ATTACK the Crowd, resulting in Bohab being DISEMBOWELED .

Gwar then Travel to a Nightclub where the indulge in MASSIVE AMOUNTS OF COCAINE. The following Morning The Cuttlefish of Cthulhu reunites with Oderous after Escaping form the Grasp of The Morality Squad, and Warns Gwar of The Morality Squads Imminent Attack. Once the Fight is Over Gwar emerges Victorious having Beaten the Morality Squad. For-Gor (a Giant T-Rex) is Born, and toys to Destroy the World. Gwar must Battle Gor-Gor who is inevitably Killed at the hands of Gwar. The Cuttlefish of Cthulhu ends up Happily Reunited with Its Owner Oderous Urungus.

We Hope You Enjoyed This Little Piece Of Murderous Mayhem As Much As We Did.

Thanks for Watching,

Presented By Les Sober

FYB’s Wednesday Midnight Mid Week Movie: The Day

FYB is Proud to Feature The Post Apocalyptic Action Thriller THE DAY Written by Luke Passmore and Directed by Doug Aarniokoski!!!

THE DAY is a Splendid Indi Action Thriller that Proves You Don’t Need to be a Summer Blockbuster or to Feature an Excessively Overpaid Movie Stars, or a 2 Hour CGI Orgy like Micheal fucking Bay to make an Excellent Film. All You Need in The End is a Well Written Script, Great Actors, and a Little Artistic Creativity to make a Kick Ass Movie.

The Odd Thing I find utterly fucking Fascinating fact as You will see in the Opening Credits this Suburb Indie Survival Film is Bank Rolled by WWE Studios (Yes The Wrestling People), BUT unlike They’re usual Big Budget Hollywood Movies this Movie was made on a Significantly Smaller Budget. Also Unlike the Usual WWE Movie Fare its not a Action Comedy Featuring Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, a Shoot’em Up Action Movie Starring Stone Cold Steve Austin, or a Straight Up Horror Movie with Kane in the Lead Role. In Fact the Cats of The Day are virtual Unknowns which is Perfectly Fine by Me (I don’t care How Much Movie Studios Pay just for a Famous Face).

Plot Summery: What Happens when a Small Rag Tag Group of Survivors Navigating the Perils of a Post Apocalyptic World take in a New Member with a Dark Secret, and then find Themselves Trapped in an Isolated Farm House that’s Under Siege by a Tribe of VICIOUS BLOOD THIRSTY CANNIBALS?!

In Spite of having the Odds Stacked against Them, and Being Outnumbered The Scrappy Group of Survivors will Fight to The DEATH to Stay off The Menu. Will Anyone Survive the SLAUGHTER and See the Light of Day? Are the Group of Survivors Destined to End Up on The Cannibal’s Diner Plate? And What is the Dark Secret that the Newest Group Member Hiding and Why?

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING MOVIE CONTAINS MATERIAL THAT SOME VIEWERS MAY FIND OFFENSIVE. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. Enjoy.

WE Hope You Enjoyed Tonights Tale of Survival and Slaughter as Much as We did.

Thanks for Watching,

Presented by Les Sober

Another Day Down At The Old CNB Bar & Pawn

Bud Wiser was running an Hour Behind in His Daily Schedule since He had been up half the Night. Bud had the unpleasant Pleasure of being Sleep Deprived this Morning because His Dog had eaten a piece of Rotten Garbage out of the Kitchen Trash Can. The Rotten whatever the hell it was had given Bud’s Dear Dog a Violent Case of Projectile Diarrhea that had wrecked Havoc for most of the Night.

Fuck Me This is NO GOOD Bud thought Over and Over while Walking as fast as His Limp would allow Him to. Bud had a Very Distinctive Limp after an Alleged Accident at Work when a Kegerator Exploded (after being Sabotaged mind You) in an Assassination Attempt against Him that Never was Resolved nor Explained.

You see Bud was the Owner and Proprietor of the Local Favorite Water Hole The Cock’n Balls Pawnshop and Bar. Bud had inherited the Establishment from His Father Miller who had Opened The Cock’n Balls with a Unique Vision of Combining a Bar and Pawnshop All in One. His Father had Opened The Cock’n Balls in the Fall of 1966 on the Outskirts of the Small City of Nowhere Special. Bud’s Father opened the Doors of His Life Long Vision after Retiring from a Lengthy Career at The Handy Leg Up Artificial Limb Factory.

Bud’s Father had chosen the Name because the Rooster (aka a Cock) was on the Wiser Family Crest. This was sue to The Wiser Family having been the Most Predominate and Wealthy Lithuanian Chicken Farmers in all the Land. Since Pawnshops have been around for Thousands of Years when the Average Person couldn’t Read or Write the 3 Hanging Balls that had come to Symbolized Pawn Shops had been adapted to combat the Wide Spread Illiteracy of the General Public. So when You add them together Your left with the Simple and Explanatory Name The Cock’n Balls (and since the Bar Sign Company charged by the individual letter Bud’s Father opted to save the Cash and just Add Lib the ‘N instead).

The Day Bud’s Father Died His Body was Liquified, and Mixed into the Barfly’s Bloody Mary Mix. Then at the Memorial Service the Following Afternoon the Attendees were all given a Complimentary Bloody Mary to Celebrate the Life of (instead of Mourning the Death) of Miller Tyme.

Bud had preserved the exactly same Operational Proceeders that had been set out by His Father which included a Strict Adherence to Time to keep the Cock’n Balls running on Schedule. This meant Bud had to arrive at the Business No Later than 6 am in order to get the CNT (As it was referred to by its Loyal Regulars) Ready to Open at 7 am Sharp for the Upcoming Day’s Drama. Today though Bud was an Hour behind due to the damn Dog, and He knew the Booze Loving Barbarians would already be Standing about on the Corner waiting for Him to arrive. And He wasn’t wrong not by a Long Shot.

The Gang of Usual Suspects were Standing about Lingering on the Corner outside of the CNB Chain Smoking like Fiends, and pacing Impatiently while compulsively checking Their watches as if Their Lives fucking depended on it. The Group was Split between the CNB Regulars, and The Night Shift Crew who just got off the Assembly Line of one of the Near By Factories, and were just looking to Relax after Work even if They did get Off work at 7 am.

Some of the Regulars that had already arrived included Shitty Nickels the Local Blues Musician who had just Finished a Long Night of Playing at Numerous Local Night Clubs and Cocktail Lounges. There was “Bloody” Sod Bollocks a Self Proclaimed Intellectual who’s Family had immigrated from England back in 1495 just 3 years after the Pilgrims found Plymouth and its Famous Rock. The funny thing about the Bollock Family was even though They had immigrated over 500 years ago None of Them had Lost Their Thick English Accents.

There was The Local Bum Bawbag Cockwomble who spent His Days Panhandling and His Nights at The CNB Drinking away the Days Profits. There was also Mickey Drongo who Spent His Nights running an Illegal Chop Shop around the Corner from The CNB. Also there was Pissy Wristy the Neighborhood Hooker, and Jimmy Tosser the Local Small Time Drug Dealer. As Bud Approached the Corner Harry Twat who Spent His Days down at the Dog Track Gambling on Anything He possibly Could (the Only issue was Harry had truly shitty Luck) walked up. The Last to Show up was Dicky Dullard a Low Level Criminal, and Adamant Heroin Junkie who Lived to Chase the Dragon with Pride.

As Bud Walked Up He could hear Mickey Drongo and Bawbag Cockwomble arguing over Some asinine thing or an Other. Jesus They’re starting Early Today Bud thought while sighing under His Breath. All of a Sudden Bud’s presence was Announced aloud by Mickey Drongo the ChopShop Mechanic, and Immediately Bud was subjected to a Verbal Tidal Wave of Complaints, Criticisms, and just plain Bitching from the Small Group assembled on the Corner in front of CNB.

“Hold Yer goddamn Horses Already! God forbid You all have to Wait one minute more than Necessary without Whining like Ally Cats for a Tin of Tuna.” Bud Barked Angrily.

“Pardon Dear Proprietor while We do love You establishment it is rather unprofessional to keep your Clientele waiting for up to an Hour after the Posted Opening Time.” chimed in Sod Bollocks who had already collected the Days Papers in Hopeful Preparation for a Payday. Sod had been in a rather large Rut recently, and was running up Tabs all over Town as it were while He struggled to Win a Single Wager down at the Track.

“Well Hold Yer Horses a bit Longer, You may be ready but the Cock’n Balls isn’t. I have done any of the Prep needed for dealing with the like of Your Lot.” snapped Bud growing weary of the Barrage of on Complaints from the Barking Boozehounds standing at His Door Step.

Bud pushed His way through the Customers perched like Alcoholic Buzzards waiting for the Doors to Open so They could Feast on the Fluids of Fermentation. Bud fiddled with the finicky lock until it finally gave way and let Bud stagger inside abruptly closing the Door behind Him under the Crescendo of Cursing from His Customers as They would have to continue to wait.

Bud flicked on the Lights, checked to make sure the Toilet was still functional, inspected the Pool Cues to insure they weren’t broken or Warped, He doubled checked to make sure the Display Cases were Securely Locked, Wiped down the Bar, made Sure He had the Stock He needed, Unlocked the Door to the Basement which acted as a Make Shift Poor Man’s Drunk Tank for Overly Intoxicated and Uppity Patrons, and Cleaned off the Table Tops. Then after He was fully satisfied Bud Opened the Doors at Last to the Great Relief of His Awaiting Patrons.

The Customers came pouring in like the Booze They poured down Their Throats. At this time of Morning all the Customers Gravitated to the Bar as Pawn Shop Customers general started showing up in the Early Afternoon. The CNT was split in Half by a Row of Rickety Tables, and a Motley Crew of Mis Matched Bar Stools that looked like each had been Salvaged from the Garbage on the Curb.

Once You entered the CNB the L shaped Old Oak Bar was directly to the Left along the Wall, and Directly to the Right was the Designated Pawn Shop Area. The Pawn Shop consisted of Display Cases housing Power Tools, Various Electronics, and Most Expensive Inventory (such Designer Watches or High End Pieces of Jewelry) lined the Wall with a almost equally as Long Display Counter filled with a Slew of Different Merchandise (Knives, Antique Coins, Lower end Jewelry, and Other Curiosities.

Each of the awaiting Patrons slid up to the Bar ready to start killing Their Livers as Quickly as Humanly Possible. Now because Bud Opened the CNB at 7am He served a what His Father had Dubbed “The Barfly Breakfast Special” which consisted of a Hot Dog, Pickled Egg, and a Draft Beer for $1.99. The Breakfast option provided Fuel for the Factory Workers after a Long Shift Toiling away performing Manual Labor, and it provided Fuel for the Regulars fora Long and Lingering Day of Drinking.

Mickey Drong The Owner of a Neighborhood Chop Shop picked the Spot at the Bar that was directly across from the Shitty and Barely functioning TV that was Hung on the Back of the Bar reminiscent of the way Motels did back in the Day when Mounted TV’s were what everyone was into. Sitting Next to Mickey was Bawbag Cockwomble the Pan Handling Alcoholic Bum who was still Babbling a Mile a Minute in Mickey’s Ear.

“Just BUY a Goddamn Egg it’s Only .25 Cents for Fuck’s Sake, and I damn well know even YOU have a crummy Quarter.” Mickey said exacerbated and trying His best to remain Civil.

“Yeah Yeah I do have a Quarter, but its designated for My Morning Shot of Grain Alcohol that Perks Me up and gets My Day off to a Good Start. I mean I need it, it’s fucking medicinal. I wonder around the Block for 12-14 hours a Day and My feet get all fucked up, Swollen and Sore shit like that.” whined Bawbag like a Cranky Child who wanted a Toy but Who’s Parents wouldn’t buy it for Them.

“That’s not My Problem it sounds like Yours to Me.” Snapped Mickey Sharply as His growing agitation started to get the Best of Him.

“All I’m saying Mickey is if Your going to Buy the Breakfast Deal Meal then You could just GIVE Me the Pickled Egg that comes with it. I could use the fucking Protien to help Me keep on Keeping On.” replied Bawbag indignantly as He too was getting rather Agitated at Mickey for not Forking Over the Pickled Egg Portion of His Breakfast.

“I have a great idea that will Settle this Little issue You Two are in the Mist Of.”, said Harry Twat the Neighborhood Deaerate Gambler with a Sly Smile stretched across His Face.

“And Whats That?!” ask Mickey unenthusiastically as the Whole Ordeal was wearing on Him at this Point He just wanted to be Rid of Bawbag and enjoy His Breakfast.

“A Wager, a Simple Bet will Fix it. The Bet shall be Whoever Eats the most Vomit Enducing Pickled Product Wins. Either Bawbag wins and Gets Mickey’s Pickled Egg or Mickey Wins and Bawbag has to leave Him Alone for the Entire Week.” proclaimed Harry Happily as if He had just Cured Cancer.

” I’M IN!!”blurted Out Bawbag fingering Win or Loose He was Going to Get Something to Eat out of it so fuck it Why Not?!

“Fine, I’m in Too. Whatever get this Pain in My Ass to Shut Up and go the fuck away so I can Enjoy My Morning with some fucking Peace and fucking Quit.” said Mickey having become absolutely exhausted by Now.

The Commotion had gotten the Attention of the Entire Bar Who’s Interest was Growing by the Minute. Bud went to fetch His Pressure Pickler (which is basically a Pressure Cooker modified for Speeding up the Pickling Process) that He had bought on impulse late one Night while He was watching Infomercials to combat His Insomnia. Once Bud returned to the Bar within Seconds after the Bet was made the Suggestions came Flying Fast and Furious. Among the first set of Suggestions were:

Pickled Pigs Feet which Everyone Agreed were to Cliche to Count.

Pickled Pig Knuckles which Everyone thought was Better than Pig’s Feet but Still Not Impressive Enough.

Pickled Sausages Which actual turned into a Suggestion as an Addition to the Barfly Breakfast which Bud Agreed to do starting the Following Day.

Then the Suggestions began to get Uniquer and Stranger than the One before it. Shitty Nickels suggested Pickling a Cockroach, but Bud vetoed it because there were No Roaches in His Establishment and Didn’t See the point in Introducing Them Now.

Then Pissy Wristy suggested Pickling up some Tripe (Animal Stomach Lining) Next Dickey Dullard The Passionately Romantic Junkie suggested Pickling a Container of Head Cheese.

This was followed by Jimmy Tosser the Local Dope Dealer’s suggestion that instead of Head Cheese upping the Ante by using Chitterlings (Animal Intentions, Organs, Eye Balls Etc.all thrown together in a 5 Gallon Bucket) instead.

Then it was Harry Twat’s turn Who’s suggestion was to Pickle a Whole Haggis. After almost an Hour of Debate it was Bawbag who finally came up with the winning Suggestion.

“I Got it, I know what to Pickle! My Toe!” exclaimed Bawbag way more excited than He should have been.

“What are You saying exactly Bawbag?” ask Bud who was now becoming concerned that this Bar Bet had gotten completely Out of Hand.

“You see I have an Ingrown Toe Nail on My Big Toe that got Horribly Infected, But I didn’t have the Cash for the Clinic so I just banged it up as best I could and went about My Business.” explained Bawbag to the more than Attentive Bar Patrons.

“You could have gone to the fucking Free Clinic Bawbag You dumbfuck.” snarled Mickey who had become thoroughly Disgusted by the ongoing issue.

“No Way it got shut down last month due to Budget Cuts by the State and all that Red Tape Bullfuckery.” Bawbag retorted confidently.

“So what about Your Infected Toe again?!” asked Jimmy Tosser eager to return the topic of the Conversation to the Bet at Hand.

“Oh Yeah So it was all Infected and Shit so as time went on it Contracted Gangrene something fucking Ferocious too I tell Ya. It turned all Black from lack of Blood Flow and its already beginning to Rot Off so Why not kill 2 Birds with one Stone?! Win the Bet and get My Diseased Toe Amputated for Free I literally can’t fucking Loose.” bragged Bawbag growing quite Cocky.

“Fine Agreed The Bet is You have to Eat The Entire Severed Toe.” growled Mickey angrily.

“How the Hell are We going to Amputate it?!” wondered Pissy aloud.

“This is How We can use My Cigar Cutter to Lop it Off, and then all We have to do is Cauterize it. After that We apply some Triple Antibiotic Ointment, Wrap it up, and Thats It We’re Done.” said Shitty Nickels, “We did this kind of shit all the Time in Nam it’s easy if You know what the fuck You’re doing.”

The Bar Patrons along with Mickey and Bawbag made Their way over to the Nearest Table. Bawbag say down gingerly on one of the Wayward Stool and Then Took Off His Older than Old Beaten Up Boot. The Smell was so Pungently Rank it caused Pissy Wristy to instantly Vomit before Fainting. Bud picked Pissy Up off the Floor, set Her on the Bar, and revived Her by placing a Bottle of Cheap Gin under Her Nose like a Alcoholic Smelling Salts.

Bawbag paused to watch Bud take care of Pissy before He pealed off His rank Sock which made a Wet Sucking sound as Bawbag slowly removed it. The Smell which was already Over Powering the Bar immediately intensified to the Point Everyone’s Eyes started to Water, and Dickey Dullard shit Himself on the Spot.

Once Bawbag’s foot was Bare Shitty handed Him His Cigar Cutter which He crammed onto His Sickly Swollen Toe taking several minutes to Force it down to the Base of said Toe. Once the Cigar Cutter was in Place at Last Shitty Nickels instructed Bud to fetch the Ointment and Bandages from the Bar’s First Aid Kit. Shitty Nickels then had Harry retrieve a Large Butcher Knife that Bud used to Slice Lemons and Limes from behind the Bar. He then told Harry to start a Fire in the Tiny Metal Trash Can from the Bathroom. Then Shitty Nickels had Harry place the Blade of the Knife across the Top of the Trash Can so the Fire could Heat up the Knife until it was a Deep Glowing Orange.

Then Shitty Nickels had Bawbag place His foot flat on the Floor, Told Him He was going to count to 3, and on2 Shitty Stomped down with all His weight onto the Cigar Cutter. There was a brittle crunch and Bawbag’s Gangrenous Toe popped off and slid across the Bar floor coming to a stop under the Dilapidated Pool Table nestled in the Back of the Bar adjacent to the Restroom. Shitty pounced like a Cat of Coke snatching the Glowing Red Hot Knife and shoved it up against the Base of Bawbag’s recently Severed Toe . The Smell of Sizzling and partially Rotten Flesh drowned the Repulsive Smell of Bawbag’s Feet which most in Attendance appreciated especially Dickie and Pissy.

After 30 seconds or so Shitty removed the Knife tossing it carelessly onto the Bar causing Bud to lose His Shit. The Group returned to the Bar where Jimmy Tosser handed over Bawbag’s Diseased Digit over to Bud who plopped it unceremoniously into the Pressure Pickler and Turned it on. It seemed like an Eternity to the Eagerly Waiting Rag Tag Group of Drunks, but in Reality it was only 17 minutes before Bawbag’s Toe was completely Pickled.

Bud Opened the Pressure Pickler and Removed the Toe with a pair of Metal Salad Tongs, Placed it on a Cocktail Napkin, and handed it to Bawbag who seemed utterly unfazed by the whole Ordeal. Bawbag picked up His Toe examining it for a moment before tossing it into His Mouth. Bawbag chewed away until finally He Strained to Swallow. After some finagling Bawbag managed to get the Toe down, and then He opened His Mouth like Mental Patient to Visual Confirm He had in fact Swallowed the Toe. Bud stared blankly into Bawbag’s gaping Gullet before announcing Bawbag had completed the His Task thus making Him the Winner. Bawbag then turned to Mickey Drongo, Chuckled to Himself and the He said:

“I’ll be taking that Egg Now Mickey.”

Thanks for Reading,

By Les Sober

Beware of The Extended Warranty Scam (And A World’s Worst Scammer Award Nominee)

There is a Saying that Goes “You know how Once in a While You come across Someone You SHOULDN’T fuck with? That Person is ME.”

Just like Many of You out there I get My fair share of Scummy Phone Scammers calling Me for Time to Time. I’ve heard them ALL the SCAMS the IRS, Government Grant, Merriot Vacation, Tech Support, Tech Service Refund (there are Several Refund Scams), The Accidental Transferring of Money into My Bank Account that I’m told I need to “Repay”, and Now the Extended Warranty Scam.

This is by Far the Stupidest Scam conducted by The World’s Shittiest Scammer I have yet to Encounter. To say They were Amateur would be the fucking Understatement of the Century to say the Least. This Scammer was so Shitty it sounded as if this was Their First Day Scamming, and The Scam Itself was full of Holes. This wasn’t so much a Scam as it was a PATHETIC JOKE.

When this Warranty Scammer called Me I had a Free Minute and rather Bored (that combined with My UTTER CONTEMPT and HATE for Scammer Scumfucks, and Love of Several Youtube Scam Baiters) I figured why Not take a moment to fuck this Scammer’s Day Up as Much as Possible.

Here is the Conversation Virtually Verbatim Along with My Notations. Enjoy.

*My Phone Rings, I look at the Number and Realize its more likely than Not a Scam because if I know You then Your name or Company Name comes up on the Caller ID Deal. I decide to Answer Anyway.*

Les: “Hello?!”

Robo Call Automated Message: “Your Car Warranty has expired or is expiring soon. If You’re interested in the Purchase Extended Warranty Coverage Press 1, If You’re are Not Interested Press 2 to be put on Our Do Not Call List.”

*First off NEVER fall for the Do Not Call List Option as in this Case it COMPLETE BULLSHIT. Your number will simply be Recycled through Their Auto Dialing System. This message sounded like it was slapped together in a 3 Minute editing Session. The Voice was from Outdated Messages that Sounds like/Enunciates like a fucking Robot/Speak and Spell.

The Sentences were short and choppy it was obviously a compilation of sorts constructed out of Several Older Automated Messages (just like Dr. Frankenstein pieced His Monster together Haphazardly). It was Sloppy and Shady as all get Out.

Since I had the Time and needed something to Entertain Myself with I pressed 2. The Other Tip Off it was a Scam was the Interim Hold Music went Bum-De Bum- Bum on a Loop which is a CLASSIC Scammer Give Away.

Scammer: Hello?

Les: “Hello what can I do for You Today?”

*”Step into My Web” said the Spider to the Fly.*

Scammer: “Hi Yes We were calling You today because according to the Information We received You Car Warranty is Almost Expired and You will no longer have the Security a Warranty Provides. Would You like to Buy Extended Warranty coverage?”

*She never gave Me a Name Not even a Blatantly Fake one. She also Never Addressed Me by Name or as Mr. Sober, and Lastly She NEVER said WHAT COMPANY She was calling For/On behalf of. This Vagueness with Lack of ANY Pertinent Information is Also a DEAD GIVE AWAY. A lot of the Time these Sacks of Shit are simply Cold Calling People at Random, and Lack Any and All Vital Standard Details/Information.*

Les: “Warranties are useful its good to have Insurance so to Speak, Safety First is what I Say.”

Scammer” “Ok Good. We have a Few Different Options…..”

*I cut Her Off*

Les: “What do I Drive?”

*The Easiest Question I could Ask.*

Scammer:” What?”

Les: “WHAT do I DRIVE?!”

*If They in fact Knew My Warranty was Up then They would know the Basic details such as Make, Model, and Year of My Car. Obviously these Details are Needed for Verification Purposes. Without these Basic Details People could claim Any Car Old, New or Someone Else’s was the One Under Warranty thus causing the Issuing Company to Go Bankrupt faster than a Ferret Fart.*

Scammer: “I get My information from our Main Offices’s Official Head Quarters.”

*This wasn’t the Question I asked. I asked what Do I Drive, NOT where do you get Your Information From. Classic Scammer Avoidance Tactic. Also The Fake Companies, Departments, Agencies sound good until You stop for a fucking Split Second, and Realize that The Name makes No Sense whatsoever since its obviously Made Up. *

Les: “So Your Boss at Head Quarters knows My Warranty is about to Expire for My Car, But Has NO IDEA what I Drive? Thats rather Odd sounding.”

Scammer:”The Information We receive is……”

*Again I cut Her off*

Les: “I’m beginning to wonder if this call is Legitimate.”

*Statement like the One above make Scammers Nervous since what They are doing is COMPLETELY ILLEGAL. The fucking Irony is How fucking Defensive these Shitfuckers get When You call them out on Their bullshit Scam. It more than likely has to do with People being made More Aware, Educated, and Conscious of/on the Different Types of Scams (which is Generally Extremely Easy To Do. Example THE IRS DOESN’T TAKE GIFT CARDS AS PAYMENT.), and with the Popularity of Scam Baiters on Youtube increases the Exposure of the Scammer’s current Scams. Its all Very Bad for Their “Business”*

Scammer: “Sir, Sir What are You Talking About? What do You Mean?”

Les: “You call Me selling Warranty Coverage for My Car, BUT you have ZERO Details and Haven’t answered My Question which is Shady as Shady Gets You ask Me.”

Scammer: “Sir You have to Understand I’m in a Call Center, sitting in My Cubical I don’t have Access to such Information.”

*Chances are in Fact these Scammers where sitting around somewhere Using Their fucking Laptops which is Far more common these Days. 95% of the Call Center or Office Background Noise You Typically hear is a Generic Recording that They Play in the Back round in an Attempt to appear more Official. Being able to Operate Outside of the Traditional Call Center reduces the Risk of Being Caught in a Police Raid as Well which is convenient if You’re a Sleazy Scammer Scumbag. I didn’t want to Scare Her off since I still had some time to Kill so I glazed over My Last Statement like I never said it to begin with.*

Les: “So which Vehicle of Mine has a Warranty thats about to Expire? I have My Car, I bought My Wife’s Car, I bought My Kids Cars when They got Their Driver’s License, and I have Several Work Trucks because I own My Own Construction Business. So Which One Do I need an to Buy Extended Coverage For because as I said Safety First so Best to have a Warranty before Your Car Breaks down, and You have to Pay out of Pocket.”

*Yes this is a Longer rephrasing of My original Question being “What DO I Drive.*

Scammer: “Your Primary Vehicle.”

*Now she meant My Car, BUT I told Her I have My Own Company so How does She know My Work Truck is in fact My Primary Vehicle (Primary Vehicle equates to The Car You Drive the Most. Also that Entire Statement is FALSE, I Bought My Car, My Wife Bought Hers, We don’t have Kids more or Less Driving Age, and No I do NOT Own My Own Construction Company.*

Les: “My Primary Vehicle You Say? Thats Strange.”

Scammer: “Sir Warranties are for a Limited Time Period after that the Coverage You have with it Expires, and You have to by Extended Warranty to sure You remain covered in case something goes wrong with Your Vehicle.”

*So She just gave Me the Definition of a Vehicle Warranty and How it Works which is Ridiculous Since She supposed to Be Selling Me Extended Coverage for an Almost Expired Warranty, BUT doesn’t seem to Think I have a fucking Clue What a Warranty is or How it Works.*

Les: “SO My Warranty is on the verge of Expiring for My Primary Vehicle and You can Sell Me Extended Coverage is that Right?”

Scammer: “Yes Sir You are Correct.”

Les: “Well That doesn’t make Sense to Me, It’s all Very Strange as Far as I’m Concerned.”

*Now She’s afraid She is going to Lose Her Scam Target, and Ramps Up the Sales Pitch.*

Scammer: “There is nothing Strange Sir, this is How Car Warranties Work You see, When Your Current Warranty runs out You need to purchase Additional Coverage, and Thats what My Company Does.”

*Again Notice She Never Identified WHAT COMPANY it is She supposedly is working for.*

Les: “Well Alright Then I just have One Question for You.”

Scammer: “Yes Sir what is the Question You want to ask Me?”

Les: “If I Bought My Car from a Private Seller, NOT a Dealership, and The Car was 8 years Old and change when I acquired it if there had been a Warranty it ran out long before I got there. So if I NEVER had a Warranty in the first fucking Place then How the Hell is it Going to Expire?! Not to mention the Vehicle is so Old at this Point NO ONE in Their right Mind would even Entertain the Idea of Offering Me an Extended Warranty. So.”

Scammer:”Sir the Information I was given…..”

*Yep I cut Her off Again.*

Les: “You know what I think?! I think this is a SCAM and Your a Shitty Scammer thing to Sell Me a FAKE Extended Warranty for My Car, and all You’d do is Disappear with My fucking Money since there OBVIOUSLY is NO ACTUAL EXTENDED WARRANTY. This is a Pathetic Bullshit Scam thats All.”

Scammer:”SIR We are Not a Scam, We are a Legitimate Company dealing with Extended Vehicle Warranty Coverage. I don’t know how or why You think this is a Scam when its Not a Scam at All.”

*This is the Classic Defensive Denial I was talking about earlier on in this Post. OF COURSE if You’re a Piece of Shit Scammer You’re Not going to Admit it I mean thats just Painfully Obvious. *

Les:” Well I’m going to Report You, and Post Your Number all Over Social Media Facebook, Snapchat, Twitter You name it. I am also going to Post Your number and the Details of this Scam in the Online Anti-Scam/Anti-Scammer Consumer Sites as well as Post it On YouTube for all the Scam Baiters out There. Then We will see if You’re a Lying sack of Scammer Shit or Not Right?!”

Scammer: !Immediately Hung Up! Again She was afraid of Being Exposed as an Illegal Fraudulent Scammer Shithead.

After I Posted and Reported this Scammers Scam it was confirmed beyond a Reason of Doubt A COMPLETE SCAM. Scammers are trying hard as Hell to Scam anyone left that They can because Public Awareness/Education combined with Advancements in Law Enforcement Technologies is making Increasingly hard for these Shit Sacks to Keep Their Scams Going.

REPORT ALL SCAM PHONE CALLS so More People will become Aware of the Scam, and Can/Will Protect Themselves from these Peckerheaded Parasitic Scammers. You can Google How to Report a Scam and Who to Report it, There is simply TOO MUCH contact Info for Me to Post Here. FUCK SCAMMERS FUCK’EM ALL.

Thanks for Reading,

By Les Sober