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2 years ago
Coffee With The Princess!
Throwing USAA Insurance Under The Jeep!
**Giggles!**
Usually, and especially these days, I do not get angry any more, not like I used to, but yesterday, I got really angry. Stand by. All of this is the fucking truth and please read carefully. ❤️
Mm-Kay! At the Morningstar Games last Saturday Night, I decided to hang out and have some fun. Friends of mine there, Mr. Jeremiah and Ms. Marie, invited me and Mr. DL and Mr. Adam and a cute gal with mouse-brown hair playing what I could best guess is a barbarian that might as well be a Wendigo or something, Ooo ... a tiefling, male was a great assemblage of hers, along with our Gunslinger, John Wayne, ... not sure who the player was, but it works. Master Black was his side-kick, and I soon discovered that Vincent Creed, my mercenary male, was the focus of the story. Very well, y'all ... I'm old hat and shoe when it comes to this.
So, shackled, I was brought before the heroes, offered my freedom, and not trusted by the heroes because I deserted from my post, but could not remember what happened. That's fine. As a player, I had about two minutes to absorb the idea for this home-brew 5th edition Dungeons and Dragons, that I swore I would not play because Wizards of the Coast had fucked up so much of the game I grew up with. Over the years, I watched first edition turn to second and then to third, taking more of the creativity of a group of friends away in the name of playing by the rules. I have spoken about this before and this is why I was not at the Saturday Night tabletop game that night. I got tired of trying to run a fun game and then having people should how the rules were and I just said, "Enough talk!" and threw Hellbringer across the garage! So, here I am at Morningstar Games ... fun place, crowded, and jumping like the Pit, Jellico, Tennessee's roadside bar, on the side of the border where Cumberland College kids could go and drink without the nannies of the college bitching. Girl could have fun for while and the guys could get laid out in the parking lot. Ah, college. But in the country where the college was, it was a dry county. You could not buy booze in the county, but you could go where they sold it and buy it and then come home and drink it! I never did because I gave my word I would stay sober. I didn't start drinking until I started hanging out with my beloved Kait n her apartment in Atlanta. Why? Because it was the only way to have fun! And I was getting laid! ❤️
So, at Morningstar Games, it was fun. Dominos Pizza, up on stage acting like a criminal captured prisoner, and chain up for fun ... like Cait the Changeling ... and pissed! They sat there and said I was guilty of desertion. I told them that I didn't remember. "Perhaps a critical strike to my head," I roared out, freaking out tables around us. There was a gun for slaying me, but I didn't know at the time. John Wayne had it and I just shrugged ... I want to say the player was named Noah, but I could be wrong ... he and Master Black just stood there and scowled at me. Ok, villain I may be branded, but fuck this if I was not going to have fun with it! So, I did! It took some charm and skill and perhaps some better role-playing that these younger filk have never seen before. Groovy! And it was fun. I threw two failures and one critical when I needed that and whooped like a Wookee tearing off the arms of a droid with glowing eyes and beating him to destruction! Such heroic nonsense! ❤️
Well, in the parking place that I used to use as the 4th edition dungeon master a few years back, I parked Shadowdancer. And in my haste to get to the game early, I backed into the white pole that protected their new sign. Ok, pinched the plastic ... PLASTIC! ... bumper a bit and cursed like a sailor! Fuck, fuck, fuck! To hell with it, so I went back to the apartment to get the rest of my gear and go have fun. And like I said before ... I did! It was fun! Something that the people at the garage caused me to forget in the need to win. Whatever. So, the last two days I had been trying to call USAA Insurance, which supposedly serves our armed forces an their families ... bullshit! Pop was grandfathered into the system, like Iron Man inducting Captain America, but this little fact was lost on some of the people who tried to get me angry. And they did! I was pissed like the Hulk angry at Iron Man for busting him in the face and I wanted to do to them like Hulk did to Loki in the first Avengers movie! I had a nightmare of a week and this was the last fucking straw! So, after loosing my mind and trying to go to the shops they were steering me towards is because they are contracted out to do this crap. Hernandez Collision Center, who has a great mechanic from Mall Auto, Mr. Sam, I trusted with the company cars and now I trust him with my lady! Ms. Jeneen Smith listened to me, talked with me, and treated me far better than most had in a long time. So when I left, I destroyed my diet with a giant steak and cheese sandwich from Firehouse because I didn't give a fuck! On the way back, I dealt with anger and frustration. Here I was being honest and no one was listening! Well, fuck it!
I got back to work and felt like it was not worth it, but when I came to work the next day, I found out how bad it would get. I called USAA and tried to get someone with a fucking heartbeat! I was about to have a stroke trying to talk to the automatic bitch behind the plastic box in my hand that I went out into the parking lot and screamed into it. I got a Ms. Traci who was happy to deal with me. I told her every thing ... every fucking thing! ... and she listened. I threw Gerber Boyd under the bus because no one answered and that was the shop USAA steered me towards ... bastards! You didn't pick up the phone after seven rings. I gave up! So, Hernandez listened and told me they were not contracted by USAA but had done work for customers who were USAA clients. Good enough for me. ❤️
This morning, I'm fairly confident that things well work out and, if not, I'm calling Morgan and Morgan and unleashing the lawyers on whomever will help me pay off my bills including the damnable SCAD loans! Mwhahahahaha!! ❤️
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
Throwing USAA Insurance Under The Jeep!
**Giggles!**
Usually, and especially these days, I do not get angry any more, not like I used to, but yesterday, I got really angry. Stand by. All of this is the fucking truth and please read carefully. ❤️
Mm-Kay! At the Morningstar Games last Saturday Night, I decided to hang out and have some fun. Friends of mine there, Mr. Jeremiah and Ms. Marie, invited me and Mr. DL and Mr. Adam and a cute gal with mouse-brown hair playing what I could best guess is a barbarian that might as well be a Wendigo or something, Ooo ... a tiefling, male was a great assemblage of hers, along with our Gunslinger, John Wayne, ... not sure who the player was, but it works. Master Black was his side-kick, and I soon discovered that Vincent Creed, my mercenary male, was the focus of the story. Very well, y'all ... I'm old hat and shoe when it comes to this.
So, shackled, I was brought before the heroes, offered my freedom, and not trusted by the heroes because I deserted from my post, but could not remember what happened. That's fine. As a player, I had about two minutes to absorb the idea for this home-brew 5th edition Dungeons and Dragons, that I swore I would not play because Wizards of the Coast had fucked up so much of the game I grew up with. Over the years, I watched first edition turn to second and then to third, taking more of the creativity of a group of friends away in the name of playing by the rules. I have spoken about this before and this is why I was not at the Saturday Night tabletop game that night. I got tired of trying to run a fun game and then having people should how the rules were and I just said, "Enough talk!" and threw Hellbringer across the garage! So, here I am at Morningstar Games ... fun place, crowded, and jumping like the Pit, Jellico, Tennessee's roadside bar, on the side of the border where Cumberland College kids could go and drink without the nannies of the college bitching. Girl could have fun for while and the guys could get laid out in the parking lot. Ah, college. But in the country where the college was, it was a dry county. You could not buy booze in the county, but you could go where they sold it and buy it and then come home and drink it! I never did because I gave my word I would stay sober. I didn't start drinking until I started hanging out with my beloved Kait n her apartment in Atlanta. Why? Because it was the only way to have fun! And I was getting laid! ❤️
So, at Morningstar Games, it was fun. Dominos Pizza, up on stage acting like a criminal captured prisoner, and chain up for fun ... like Cait the Changeling ... and pissed! They sat there and said I was guilty of desertion. I told them that I didn't remember. "Perhaps a critical strike to my head," I roared out, freaking out tables around us. There was a gun for slaying me, but I didn't know at the time. John Wayne had it and I just shrugged ... I want to say the player was named Noah, but I could be wrong ... he and Master Black just stood there and scowled at me. Ok, villain I may be branded, but fuck this if I was not going to have fun with it! So, I did! It took some charm and skill and perhaps some better role-playing that these younger filk have never seen before. Groovy! And it was fun. I threw two failures and one critical when I needed that and whooped like a Wookee tearing off the arms of a droid with glowing eyes and beating him to destruction! Such heroic nonsense! ❤️
Well, in the parking place that I used to use as the 4th edition dungeon master a few years back, I parked Shadowdancer. And in my haste to get to the game early, I backed into the white pole that protected their new sign. Ok, pinched the plastic ... PLASTIC! ... bumper a bit and cursed like a sailor! Fuck, fuck, fuck! To hell with it, so I went back to the apartment to get the rest of my gear and go have fun. And like I said before ... I did! It was fun! Something that the people at the garage caused me to forget in the need to win. Whatever. So, the last two days I had been trying to call USAA Insurance, which supposedly serves our armed forces an their families ... bullshit! Pop was grandfathered into the system, like Iron Man inducting Captain America, but this little fact was lost on some of the people who tried to get me angry. And they did! I was pissed like the Hulk angry at Iron Man for busting him in the face and I wanted to do to them like Hulk did to Loki in the first Avengers movie! I had a nightmare of a week and this was the last fucking straw! So, after loosing my mind and trying to go to the shops they were steering me towards is because they are contracted out to do this crap. Hernandez Collision Center, who has a great mechanic from Mall Auto, Mr. Sam, I trusted with the company cars and now I trust him with my lady! Ms. Jeneen Smith listened to me, talked with me, and treated me far better than most had in a long time. So when I left, I destroyed my diet with a giant steak and cheese sandwich from Firehouse because I didn't give a fuck! On the way back, I dealt with anger and frustration. Here I was being honest and no one was listening! Well, fuck it!
I got back to work and felt like it was not worth it, but when I came to work the next day, I found out how bad it would get. I called USAA and tried to get someone with a fucking heartbeat! I was about to have a stroke trying to talk to the automatic bitch behind the plastic box in my hand that I went out into the parking lot and screamed into it. I got a Ms. Traci who was happy to deal with me. I told her every thing ... every fucking thing! ... and she listened. I threw Gerber Boyd under the bus because no one answered and that was the shop USAA steered me towards ... bastards! You didn't pick up the phone after seven rings. I gave up! So, Hernandez listened and told me they were not contracted by USAA but had done work for customers who were USAA clients. Good enough for me. ❤️
This morning, I'm fairly confident that things well work out and, if not, I'm calling Morgan and Morgan and unleashing the lawyers on whomever will help me pay off my bills including the damnable SCAD loans! Mwhahahahaha!! ❤️
BE Happy!
Love and Kisses,
Loonia
