I’m getting the (excrement) annoyed out of me by a certain brand of credit card. Let’s just say, they aren’t well-known, or weren’t, and it’s all a process of discovery.

They have called, on the average, about twice a week since I completed the application, and sent it in, and they sent me a nice card with a surreal limit.

And me, with no earthly means to pay them back.

So I did the manly thing, and I accepted the card, then didn’t use it. Unless, of course, there was a medical emergency. Which there hasn’t been so it’s all good.

However, they continue to call with offers, to check on me, make sure I got my card, read me script after script from the marketing department, and personally, that just annoys me.

This kills me:
Should be titled “absolutely unrelated,” but it’s not. Top Ten Assassin, and of those, three are Texas-based. That I know.

No Country for Old Men
Kill Bill
Kill Bill