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Now, it's a little late, and I'm a little jaked, so I'll just post some highlights--if that's the word--of Bazinga!'s deathless prose:
The solid piece of titanium that makes up 75% of the case is executed with precision. I love the simplicity of this case and it’s no unnecessary added bullshit attitude.
And, right out of the chute, here we have Bazinga! cracking wise and using profanity, the fucking jerkoff. And:
The large, semi skeletonized hands are my personal favorite detail on the F-35 dial.(the 12,6 are a close second) The utilitarian hands are my ideal width and length and by this I mean that the width of the hands don’t allow the hands to get lost amongst the dial and by length the hands reach to the hour, minute, and seconds markers.
Where the fuck do I start? These two sentences fucking suck. And by this I mean that they are stupid, ill-written, and fucking retarded. Doesn't anybody bother to proofread anymore? Let's revisit this single sentence:
The utilitarian hands are my ideal width and length and by this I mean that the width of the hands don’t allow the hands to get lost amongst the dial and by length the hands reach to the hour, minute, and seconds markers.
Would using a fucking comma in there fucking kill you? Or, maybe, breaking it into two fucking sentences? Let me have a fucking shot at it:
The hands are of the ideal size. They don't get lost among the dial and are of the proper length.
Dang. Fuck. Was that so fucking goddamn hard, you fucking halfwit bodybuilding fucking loser? Did the steroids leave you any fucking brain cells left, you douchebag?
But wait, because, of course, there's more:
Speaking of details, the caseback is packed full of cool details, details about the watch itself and details through art. As you can see by the pictures, it has that badass military look/feel to it which is consistent to the entire watch itself. Even the strap itself retains that consistent level of badassery.
Honestly, Mr. Bazinga!, I really don't need a guy who posts half-nude selfies in a public restroom with his broken Ipad stuffed down his pants telling me what's bad-ass or not. You've pretty much given up that right to talk about shit being bad-ass.
Anyway, it's late, and I'll wrap it up. Sleep well, my fellow Lords. And you too, Bazinga!, you tiny-dicked goof.