“Ron Stroia at his home located on 555 West 50th Street in Miami Beach, the report said”
rofl, they gave his address, now he can recieve hatemail, beatings, malotov cocktails, sharp sticks…Somehow I think he’s got a right to a lawsuit here. =P
Mr. Bingley is right, Ebola. Newspapers tend to respect privacy by policy, not law (although I’m sure Dave J will jump in if I be wrong).
No, I smell an editor who doesn’t like jerks either….
Crazy glue in the doorlocks works better, but you didn’t hear it from me…..plus raw eggs are better than eggnog in the tank, but I respect the holiday tie in.
The schmuck has every right to act like an a$$, but even after over 15 years in retail, I just don’t see the humor in it.
Have to admit though, after a year of direct sales, I’d probably be laughing my ass off if I walked into his house on appointment. “So, you hung Santa…Lemme guess, the Easter Bunny is hooked by his furry nipples to a car battery in the basement? So, ex-KKK or ex-KGB?” ::chuckles::
On the same day they say they’ve executed another American hostage.
What a jerk!
“Ron Stroia at his home located on 555 West 50th Street in Miami Beach, the report said”
rofl, they gave his address, now he can recieve hatemail, beatings, malotov cocktails, sharp sticks…Somehow I think he’s got a right to a lawsuit here. =P
I think the man is a genius. Then again, I did work retail for 10 years.
No, I don’t think so Ebola. If his hanging Santi is covered by the first amendment, then by gum so is telling everybody where it is.
Mr. Bingley is right, Ebola. Newspapers tend to respect privacy by policy, not law (although I’m sure Dave J will jump in if I be wrong).
No, I smell an editor who doesn’t like jerks either….
Someone pour eggnog in his gas tank.
Crazy glue in the doorlocks works better, but you didn’t hear it from me…..plus raw eggs are better than eggnog in the tank, but I respect the holiday tie in.
The schmuck has every right to act like an a$$, but even after over 15 years in retail, I just don’t see the humor in it.
Have to admit though, after a year of direct sales, I’d probably be laughing my ass off if I walked into his house on appointment. “So, you hung Santa…Lemme guess, the Easter Bunny is hooked by his furry nipples to a car battery in the basement? So, ex-KKK or ex-KGB?” ::chuckles::
Some people never get over not getting that pony they wanted.
(Santa was well hung? Or did I just read that wrong?)
It’s late. The paint fumes are fading…
Nah, Ebola, his wife prolly looks like Meryl Streep, and you’d smell the Easter Bunny stew as you came in the house.