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Showing posts with label shun the shun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shun the shun. Show all posts

Friday, June 3, 2011

Shunned.

Amazon.com and I are no longer friends.
Two really ugly t shirts arrived on my doorstep this week.

How could this happen? All Amazon t shirt vendors should have a sign hanging next to their computer with my husband's face in it, and a memo that reads: "Do not sell ugly tshirts to this man".

Also, I'm a little concerned with the security system.
After Aaron had filled his virtual shopping cart, Amazon missed a significant step in the "proceed to checkout" process.

You know, the step that says, please enter your birthdate? And after Aaron revealed that he is 35, a warning should have popped up stating,
"We're sorry, but we cannot sell this shirt to anyone over the age of 10."

Not just one ugly Laker's Champ shirt (last year's...since they didn't even make it to the finals this year....which may have brought on his surge of retail therapy), but two! Two offenses, Amazon. Not cool.

Dear Lakers,

Get your stuff together. XOXO (but not really, since Kobe's face is now hanging in my closet)
-disgruntled housewife and future Mavs fan.

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Dear Amazon,

How could you do this to me? I thought we were friends. It's over.
-happily going back in time to a state of "I don't shop online", and ok with it.

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Dear friends of ours,

Don't compliment the shirts. It only encourages him. Also, one of them is bright Laker yellow, so bring sunglasses if you plan on coming over ;)

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Don't Forget....

about the Big Shun! Today is the last day to leave suggestions for how that ugly shirt will be destroyed.

I love the suggestions that have been given, so far, too funny! I'm already fantasizing about each scenario and playing them out in my head, mentally giving every t-shirt from that dang box a turn.

I'll announce the big winner tomorrow.

Leave a comment with your ideas for destruction here.
This might turn into an annual event, and if that's the case, you know you want to win, just so you can have creative bragging rights, claim your prize, and sing, "Look at my rings, my rings, my rings...."





Contest ends at midnight.