| 1. | master-of-the-payment-disorder | ||
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When a person or company has unlimited causes or reasons to not pay you for services, which is just a delay attempt tactic. These people have unlimited ways to pay a debt, but use any reason not to. They are not and never intended to pay the bill, which is a product they called you to buy. The lies, forms of denial, and other forms of greed makes you want to slap the hell out of them. They use the person or company, but get their payback when they are sued or fined 1000 times the amount they should have paid in the first place. The corrective medicine is to have them shut down in their peak business period, and then let them beg you to pay the bill. That Dave and his manager are real master-of-the-payment-disorder assholes. No matter what I do for them it will never be enough! It's sad to see them shark around the legitamate payment, when all this is over they will have wished they paid the bill. Now, they have "self-screwed" themselves as always.
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| 2. | William Shakespeare | ||
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A man from history that wrote plays pomes and other things that you can barly understand and half the words sound made up. The Tragedy of Macbeth
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by William Shakespeare ACT I SCENE I. A desert place. Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches First Witch When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? Second Witch When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won. Third Witch That will be ere the set of sun. First Witch Where the place? Second Witch Upon the heath. Third Witch There to meet with Macbeth. First Witch I come, Graymalkin! Second Witch Paddock calls. Third Witch Anon. ALL Fair is foul, and foul is fair: Hover through the fog and filthy air. Exeunt SCENE II. A camp near Forres. Alarum within. Enter DUNCAN, MALCOLM, DONALBAIN, LENNOX, with Attendants, meeting a bleeding Sergeant DUNCAN What bloody man is that? He can report, As seemeth by his plight, of the revolt The newest state. MALCOLM This is the sergeant Who like a good and hardy soldier fought 'Gainst my captivity. Hail, brave friend! Say to the king the knowledge of the broil As thou didst leave it. Sergeant Doubtful it stood; As two spent swimmers, that do cling together And choke their art. The merciless Macdonwald-- Worthy to be a rebel, for to that The multiplying villanies of nature Do swarm upon him--from the western isles Of kerns and gallowglasses is supplied; And fortune, on his damned quarrel smiling, Show'd like a rebel's whore: but all's too weak: For brave Macbeth--well he deserves tha... |
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