The fantastic adventure of @studerc and Irk's cousin...Ugh: A Fukobukuro Story

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It was a crisp July day as @studerc wipes some sweat off his brow after working the past few hours in the stupid fucking humidity. Suddenly, the phone rings, bringing with it the potential for something truly great or something truly terrible. The shipping company had called to say they would be arriving in about 30 minutes and to prepare for a pallet shipment. While I felt that i was mentally prepared for this…in reality…I wasnt.

The box arrives.

Just look at that fucker. So simple. Just two large boxes on a broken fucking pallet. From the outside it appears intriguing as all my potential ideas were quickly cast asunder. Ugh.

The box opened.

Inside are four smaller boxes. Again. At first glance pretty boring…but then…I fucking saw it…Trip Glasses. Ugh.

Fucking serious? Yup. Each box contained 20 sets of glasses. Ugh.

Started cracking open a few pairs…10 to be exact…all dead. Ugh.

A second shipment…160 pairs of dead Trip Glasses. No fukobukuro redemption. Ugh…Son of a fucking bitch.

If I wasn’t already too familiar with Irk’s cousin, Ugh. I am now. That guy is a douchebag. The only humor I can find here is that Meh must be laughing their fucking asses off with their continous troll of @studerc. Bravo ya Jackasses! 11 fukobukuros and not a single fucking item worth more than $50. A site best record.

…deep breath…ugh.