Dell, I hope you die! I hope you die and go to hell!

So after many hours of phone calls and talking to retards, well my Mom did anyway, we get out of a rep of Dell that we could get the computer fixed at Garden State Plaza. I really don't like that mall.. It's were I had some weird attack and freaked out. After about two hours of traffic we get to the cocking place. I go inside to look on the directory and find nothing about Dell. I then called my cousin and asked her she told me where it was. I go back to the car and drive around then carry my tower into the mall to look for it.

It's one of those stupid mall islands that sell shit in the middle of the hallway! They don't repair. They don't do anything but sell computers and stand there with their hands on their dicks. UGH! As soon as I saw they didn't do repairs I just stood there and yelled, "What fucking dickheads!" Meaning.. the people at the big Dell building. These guys offered little help, but it was still more than what we got on the phone. Asshats.

They won't come to my house because the warranty is up, but I offered to pay for it so I guess we are going to see what is going to happen with that. If nothing happens I'm going to find that Dell dude and cut his balls off and stick them in his hash pipe!