As I promised Traben’s price is dropping today, Monday, as it will every Monday… Wait… What? Wednesday? What happened to Tuesday? Whatever. I’m a busy guy. Traben’s price will drop every Monday (or thereabouts) by fifty smackers as we draw ever nearer to that fateful morn when I will personally oversee the destruction by ballista of this poor woe begotten bass!
Look folks, sometimes I can be just plain mean. You might have seen it before. Maybe you walked into the shop and Kelly and the Snitch were huddled in the corner holding each other while I lambasted them over some stupid mistake they made. It doesn’t matter how many times they disappoint me. I don’t like it when this happens. I don’t like what I’m about to say and I don’t like what I’m gonna do.
