Ninny Poop Head!
― Yesterday, at five o’clock, my brain melted after a two-hour phone conversation with a QuickBooks ProAdvisor. Gurgle! Sploosh! She hijacked my desktop, remotely, and then commandeered my mouse. Several windows opened and closed. The cursor sped across the screen, telekinetically, and then screeched to a stop at the taskbar. “Just press this!” the ProAdvisor ordered. [...]Think Spin - Warning: Mentally defective broad with attitude .






