I freaking hate those damn Free Credit Report.com commercials.
I would seriously jump the lead singer and knock him upside the head with my Rent-A-Center pumps if I ever ran into him on the street.
And it wouldn't be so bad if they didn't hadn't been playing these commercials constantly for three years straight. All it reminds me of is being denied a line of credit at the Dollar Tree. I'm trying to move on, but these three white boys won't let me forget.
And this one right here...
...is nothing but a troublemaker and is nothing but a means to destroy relationships.
My future husband may have it put in his mind to check up on my viability before we make it official and put it on paper and totally derail my plans to live off his good name. I know I'm not the only one finding something un-right about all of this.
Echo
It Just Ain't Right
Labels: A C-O-N-Spiracy My Brotha