The bunch of utter heinous fucktards have mismanaged my father in law’s gas bill for god knows how long. Trying to speak with some cunt within that wankshitting abortion of an organisation to resolve their administrative fuck-ups is like trying to shit an adult woolly mammoth out of your arsehole.
As I type I have been placed in a make believe telephone ‘queue’ for 50 mins, waiting to speak with one of their scouse/Johnny Foreign/trained Chimp staff.
‘Thanks for your patience, we know you want to speak with us and we will help you as fast as we can’. Utter,insincere ballbaggery.
Cunts make my fucking blood boil!
Nomionated by Paul Maskinback.