Dear people of the world. We do not sell or install things. We are a blog. We write about items that capture our fancy, both literary and corporeal. Most of you understand this. But now and then, complete blithering idiots get in touch, asking us to install bodykits on their clapped-out Supras or sell them VW-shaped clock-radios. And we try to be nice. We really, really do. But this guy apparently named Zach got all pissy with us when we didn't want to sell him a V-8 motorcycle frame. We think Zach would be better served by purchasing literacy lessons. Click through for the ensuing hilarity.
Guy Apparently Named Zach: do u have V8 bike frames
Davey G.: Um. No.
Guy Apparently Named Zach: do u work for jalopnik
Davey G.: We're a blog, not a parts reseller.
Davey G.: Yes, yes I do.
Guy Apparently Named Zach: do u know wher i can buy a V8 motorcycle frame
Davey G.: No, I don't...you might want to try contacting the Boss Hoss people.
Guy Apparently Named Zach: ok
11:00 AM
Guy Apparently Named Zach: do u know how i can contact them
Davey G.: Try googling "Boss Hoss"
11:15 AM
Guy Apparently Named Zach: do u have a aim to another bike companey
11:25 AM
Guy Apparently Named Zach: hello
11:30 AM
Guy Apparently Named Zach: u have no good cotomer sevis u suck u gust lost sale
Guy Apparently Named Zach: bitch
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