The people who run the upperclassmen resident apartments at San Francisco State University are assholes.

Before I left for Michigan, I ask them if I can pay by credit card. The morons in the office say I can pay by credit card. Fine, so I go to Michigan, and when I try to pay by credit card, they tell me I have to be there in person to pay by credit card, which they never mentioned before. So they tell me to send a check. I send the check and then they say it hadn't gotten there for three days. Today they say they haven't opened the mail yet and to call back. I call back and they tell me they SENT THE CHECK BACK. Why? Because if it's late they only accept money orders or cashier's checks. WHY THE FUCK DID THEY TELL ME TO SEND A CHECK, THEN?!

How many fucking ways do I have to try to pay these assholes before they'll accept it?

And of course it has to get there before three days after Monday, they added. Thanks for nothing, assholes. If the cashier's check (which I can't send until tomorrow) doesn't get there in time, I'm going to bust some skulls.

It took me a few days to figure out how to write an article, edit pictures, combine everything in HTML and get it uploaded in Michigan on this crap computer, but I pulled it off. Viola! A new article for your enjoyment! After this Cobra Commander article, I'm gonna try to do another one. Hopefully it'll be here soon. Wish me luck!