SCAM!

Ahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.

Okay. So, I am at my internship right now. One of my ongoing projects has been to design/screenprint t-shirts for the company to sell to raise money for the youth education program. I have researched on the web for a bunch of places trying to find the best deal and I found this site called BlankApparel.com.

We also had a thought to ask American Apparel if they would donate but I thought it would be a longshot and I would have to talk to corporate.

I walked from my office on 1st and Ash to American Apparel on 12th and Stark to talk to the peeps and just like I thought, all I got was an e-mail of the guy "at corporate." Nice peeps at AA, though.

On my way back, I walked around the pretty Pearl District and by the Art Institute of Portland with all their fab posters and design studios and giant classrooms filled with huge Mac's for a design heaven. I got depressed.


Anyway, after my trek, I came back and my boss told me to call the BlankApparel website contact and see if they could send us a shirt so we could plan our screen printing design since the sizes on the website seemed like they would only fit giants or fattys. No offense.

So I call:

1-800-332-6576..

Immediately, a voice says, " to speak to a ( the phone cuts out) person, call 1-800-424-4400.

?.. That's weird. I'll call again.

Again, the same line and at the same place, it cuts out again. I think that maybe instead of listening to a recording, you call the 2nd number to speak to a real person. I write down the number but wait and see if a recorded menu comes on.

The number disconnects and my phone ends the call.

Lame. I'm calling the new number.

3rd call:

1-800-424-4400...

"Hey there sexy... do you want to speak to HOTTTT HORNY GIRLS?!! "

ahahahahahah! I screamed " Oh my God?!" and everyone here looked at me like I was a nutjob.

This t-shirt website is a total Scam-o! I wonder what would have happened if I would have tried to order a shirt. Maybe they'll send me a Naughty Nurse outfit or French Maid.




I just hope I didn't get ripped off for like $45/ minute because those bitches have my digits.

It reminded me of when Nate and I called a prostitute from one of our 900 call girl Vegas cards and the girl kept calling Nate "sexy" , "honey" and "baby" and kept asking us if we were back to our room in the Venetian yet. Lolz, we were sitting in my car on campus waiting for ARTD lab to start.

Oh my, whores are silly.