] I received this stupid pen on my birthday years ago from
] my ex-wife, and even before I divorced her flabby body, I
] hated the pen. I have no idea why she bought me this
] piece of crap. Sure, it writes fine and could "seem"
] kind of cool, but I hate it. The color is ugly, it
] barely fits in my banana sized hands, and it comes with
] some weird carrying case. King Kong could barely write
] with it. Every time I open up my drawer and see this
] waste of space, I am reminded that I used to be married
] to that skank who gave me a stupid pen for my birthday.
] It's not like I collect pens or anything, or even take
] time to write stuff down. I use a computer to write.
] OK, call me different, but even if I did like or use
] pens, this is not the one I would have spent money on. I
] have no idea how much she paid for it, but I can
] guarantee you it was my money she used to buy it. She
] could barely hold down a job, let alone cook for herself.
] This dismal lazy slug sat on the couch for entertainment
] and watched old movies all day.