We are Ken's minions. That's why we mock this guy.

When you're a moron, it seems as if the entire world is against you.

I will call you people my "Lulz Pirates!"

So where can I get a Shoie X12 helmet for way under MSRP? I promise to send all my minions to shop there as well.

If Ken would just sell them for $60 under his cost and provide warranty service on the helmet he would have them flying off the shelves. A free head massage with every helmet fitting also goes a long way towards keeping the customer happy. I know this because I managed a skin flute store with yearly sales in the 12 figures.

He is not listed as owner or manager anywhere on that auto body place, and they have a Facebook page with 25 fans.

He also said that shitty little autobody shop does 2500 cars a year and has 8 digit sales.

That's 48 cars/week and an average ticket of $4000/car.

Oh, and that's assuming he's on the low end of 8 figures at $10,000,000/year.

Ken, I will buy you a large bag of M&Ms if you become a fan of that bodyshop.

I'm ruthless, but not that ruthless. I don't like fucking with somebody's income, unless they have it coming. :

You might get sued by his Mom brah. Watch yo'self.

I am very curious on how this will play out. One thing I did learn about is how to collect on a judgement I filed against another customer many years ago. Maybe I have $6K coming to me?

Good luck with that brah. If it was a court judgement you should be able to get wage garnishment. I know credit card companies can do that when they get a judgement on someone. That is assuming the person has a job and traceable income. Income from slangin rocks on the corner is hard to garnish.

I had to sue this guy's grams because she wrote the check. Then when I got the judgement I went to her house to pay a visit. Dude came out with a pitbull and a bat and apparently called his homies too. I turned around and there were 4 other mexicans running up to me. I sprinted down the street. Fuck that. If she is still alive I think I can put a lien on her house.

It's not easy being a moto-dealer.

Hells naw brah. Bats and dogs and homies and lawsuits and chargebacks.

Ken, those saggy old balls must be made of brass and the size of grapefruits.

I would find out where he lives and set his house on fire.

Before or after you sucker punched him in the face?