Dear Shits Heads Who I Hope Rot in Hell,

Recently I tired to buy tickets from your crackass company for a certain Backstreet Boys concert to be held on Philly. I, however, was shocked when, on the supposed day of ticket sales, no one at your piece of shit company would answer their goddamn phone. Now I know those stupid bitches you had working there aren't some of the nicest nor brightest people in the world but even my 90 yr old deaf grandmother can tell when her damn phone is ringing~!

So seeing that using the phone was taking me absolutely nowhere I tired my computer. But, oh wouldn't you know it your mother freaking site was down. Wellll isn't that just convenient? I went back to my phone and tried the computer both at the same time and do you know what happened? Oh but of course you do because you planned it this way, the phone said, "Lines busy," the computer said, "Site down," and I said "ROT IN HELL TICKETMASTER~!"

I stayed on the phone trying to get through until 4:00 that afternoon and when the snotty bitch that finally answer my called said, "What do you want, " I politely responded, " 3 front row BsB concert tickets for their show in Philly...thank you." Then she replied back to me, "Those are all sold out." Then I said to her, "I'm sorry, maybe you didn't hear what I said...I WANT SOME GODDAMN BSB TICKETS FOR THEIR FREAKING PHILLY SHOW RIGHT NOW...thank you."

After that the whore, and let me tell you when I find Mrs. Janet there's going to be some serious words then actions involving my bat, hung up on me. If I was mad before now I was homicidal. I called ticketmaster back and wait another hour, then someone else answered the phone and I asked to speak to a manager, supposedly I was speaking with one, so I said to him, "Ticketmaster not only has the rudest, most unhelpful, cocky bitches and sons of bitches working for them, but they also have absolutely no damn idea how to run a company~!" Then he went on about how I didn't need to take that tone of voice with him and he asked me if he could help me with anything further and I respond, "You and ticketmaster can rot in hell~!" and I hung up.

Since I've had no luck with my phone nor computer I am writing you to ask, "WHO'S BRAIN DEAD IDEA WAS IT TO SELL ALL THE DAMN TICKETS ALL AT ONCE AND WHO CAME UP WITH THAT DAMN LOTTERY THING TOO?!? WHO DO YOU GOTTA KILL TO GET SOME DAMN DECENT TICKETS FOR A FREAKING CONCERT? WHY IN THE HELL EVEN HAVE A COMPUTER SITE IF IT'S NOT GOING TO WORK WHEN IT NEEDS TO? WORKS FINE ANY OTHER TIME, BUT WHEN YOU WANNA BUY TICKETS THAT'S WHEN IT DECIDES IT'S GOING TO BE AN ANAL PILE OF HORSE SHIT~! DAMN, YOU PEOPLE ARE A BUNCH MORONS WHO WOULDN'T KNOW A GOOD IDEA IF IT SAT ON YOUR FACE~! I MEAN TICKETMASTER WAS FREAKING TIED TO THOSE TRACKS AND THAT STUPID TRAIN JUST KEPT ON HITTING YA DIDN'T IT? KEPT ON SMACKING YOU RIGHT IN THE FACE, HUH? It pisses me off that I have to suffer for your incompetents, for your stupidity. So in short, I say, BsB can rot in hell, Philly can rot in hell, First Union Center can rot in hell, ticketbrokers can rot in hell, and I've said it before and I'll say it again, TICKETMASTER CAN ROT IN HELL~!

May a Camel with a STD Sexually Molest Your Mom,
RK

P.S. Rot in hell.