Don't.
Want.
Your.
Credit.
Cards.
So PLEASE stop stuffing my mailbox with all your offers. My mailbox is starting to think she's fat. You're giving her a complex. Leave me and my mailbox in peace. Otherwise I'll be sending you the bills when my mailbox goes to "I-think-I'm-fat" therapy.
Quit propsitioning yourselves out to me like whores! Seriously, I get like 3 offers a day. You guys should have a little dignity. Learn a little self respect. You must have pretty low self esteem if you have to throw yourself on me like that 6 times a week.
You ARE beautiful, credit card offers. I just don't want you.
No, Bank of America I don't even want your special edition Anne Geddes card. Multiple infants dressed up to look like flowers freak me out.
SCARY!!
Please.
I've very happy with my Capital One-Van-Gogh-Starry-Night-Credit-Card. It makes me feel artistic and interesting.
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