Scum of the universe
Sep. 17th, 2002 11:13 amWelcome back to our irregularly non-scheduled update on the soap opera of House Virgule.
In our last episode, Ali and Misha did a walk-through of the house, wherein Chuckles the Slumlord promised our deposit back.
Today, in response to a firmly-worded email that told him he was now liable for the entire deposit, Chuckles the Slumlord told us he was in bankruptcy, the court had ordered him not to talk to us, and we should have our lawyer contact his lawyer.
I'm so mad I could spit.
I'm not, however, surprised.
He's supposed to have the deposit in escrow. He's assured us that he had it in escrow. He either lied then or lied now, and he certainly deliberately misled us two weeks ago.
Maggot-brained son of a three-eyed, four-fingered, five-lipped, half-witted fellater of decrepit jackals. Felcher of incontinent camels. He must spend his spare time masturbating giant sea slugs.
Now I get to talk to lawyers and figure out how to file for Small Claims. Whee.
In our last episode, Ali and Misha did a walk-through of the house, wherein Chuckles the Slumlord promised our deposit back.
Today, in response to a firmly-worded email that told him he was now liable for the entire deposit, Chuckles the Slumlord told us he was in bankruptcy, the court had ordered him not to talk to us, and we should have our lawyer contact his lawyer.
I'm so mad I could spit.
I'm not, however, surprised.
He's supposed to have the deposit in escrow. He's assured us that he had it in escrow. He either lied then or lied now, and he certainly deliberately misled us two weeks ago.
Maggot-brained son of a three-eyed, four-fingered, five-lipped, half-witted fellater of decrepit jackals. Felcher of incontinent camels. He must spend his spare time masturbating giant sea slugs.
Now I get to talk to lawyers and figure out how to file for Small Claims. Whee.