Do you try and get your money back?

If you got sold some bunk shit would you be crazy enough to demand a refund from the dealer?

 

doesn't sound crazy to me. good luck though...

 

i prefer to keep the number of holes i already have in my body

 

Only if the dealer is a friend.

 

Well, if it was just like a dub I wouldn't trip, but if it was like an O or something then I'd probably try for my money back, or go beat the shit out of 'em and take it back if they refuse. Unless, of course, they're bigger than me...

 

Just go back to your dealer and tell him the shit was bunk; remember to be courteous and polite. More than likely he'll refund your money or replace your product. It is a business...

 

first i'll go and talk to the dealer calm and rationally...if he/she refuses to give me a refund or replacement, i will pay the $5 bucks to go to the DMV and get all the details of their life: mom and dad's home address, license plate number, plus much more.. and i will go and fuck their life up... i'll bash their windows in, and plant a dead skunk in the secret compartment of their trunk, and they wont know where the smell is coming from...

im a mean motha fucka if i get bunked!

 

Good luck getting your money back!

You didn't buy it from a Kmart!

 

as long as you kept the receipt you should be fine.....

 

Before I buy I should ask what their return policy is..

 

If it was someone I knew or someone who lived close by, I would def. ask for the money back.

If I knew it was pointless, I'd try to steal something from them worth the money I got ripped.

At a festival I've never been able to remember what someone looks like to ask for it back.

 

Ahaha... my grandmother did that kind of thing to an insurance salesman who ripped her off and to the manager of a meineke who charged her a shitload extra and didn't put it on the reciept.

 

LMAO...If you knew the required info for the DMV to obtain the infor. I dont get it? I would say if you do know the hook up well enough to have the identity information and the $5 then you would personally know all that about your hook up. If not you could ask to see ID before the exchange with Mr or Mrs John Doe....or end up being a John Doe in the Morgue.

Getting bunk is better than getting zero, and bunk+ zero = Screwed and move on. Shit Just ask them if a personal check they would take and then stop payment if its bunk.

 

i used to get hash from a guy that always said if it was a crappy smoke then you could bring it bacl and he'd sort it out for you. of course it never was, but then thats because he was a mighty good dealer.

 

LOL! Man, at least you didn't get screwed like I did in Germany! My brother and I went to the red light district in Frankfurt so we could find some pot or some hash, but my bro is a stupid German, and he has no idea how to find good pot. I walked around found a rasta man on the corner and a few highschool kids, all of which spoke English. I asked the rasta man if he knew where I could find some green, and he told me:
"Ey brudda, go I acrose da street, an' if et ayn' goinna happen, I come bahk an' I tell you eberyting - none ov da bullsheet brudda!"
Dude walked across the street, spoke to a few guys, came back, and he told me that it "ayn' goinna happen" and that was that. I asked the highschool kids, but they weren't sellin' and they said we would be very lucky to find pot that late at night over there.

My bro decided he would asked the Turkish crackhead who was sqautting in the doorway of a business that he and his friend were camping out under, right as soon as the dude whipped out a small crack pipe and lit it up in front of us. He said he could get us some hash, but we had to follow him and walk on opposite sides of the street, and all that kinda bullshit. Since it was my money, I had to be the one to keep an eye on the dude, which freakishly ended up leading all three of us into this strange back-alley apartment complex where there were a lot of Islamic men dressed in long white robes with long gray beards. I was scared shitless, to say the least, and Peter wasn't allowed to come back there with me because he was supposed to be looking for the cops. I thought I was going to die, but after the man went inside, I only had to wait about 5 minutes before he came back out again... just enough time for he and I to smoke a cigarrete while he was in the building.

The dude came out with a small package in his hand; wrapped in brown paper and he instructed me to let him put it in my sock so no one would see it. I lifted my leg, and in went the paper package with our 30 euros worth of hash inside. We thanked the man, gave him another cigarette, and off we went in our seperate directions. About 30 yards into our walk to the car, I stopped and decided to look at the hash since it was a pretty sketchy situation. I opened it up and lo and behold, there was the butt of the very cigarrete I gave the Turkish bastard before he went inside the building!!! Peter and I walked and drove around that whole area looking for that guy, but we never found his punk ass... I'm hoping he ODed on crack and died off of that 30 euros...

Oddly enough, we ran into two other younger turkish guys wearing fanny packs on the way home, and they had plenty of high quality hash for a low low price. They took pitty on us for what happened earlier, and we all smoked a lil' before going to bed, broke and happy. If I ever get ripped off, I get my money back no matter what if I find the dealer's punk ass. It's only happened three times in my life, and I lost two of them before I could collect. The other one paid me with two teeth that I drilled holes through and now they hang on a string on my wall. With all the high quality shit I give away to so many people, I have no tollerance for bunk shit or rip-offs.

 

I dunno where the hell GI is, but I'm bulletproof like geronimo, and I'd be too pissed to die if someone tried to shoot me. I've already been shot, so I'm not just talking out of my ass... maybe because I was actually shot there... right on the rim too! I'd just beat their ass, take their gun/s, whip out my own, or any combination therein... check my gallery... I'm not the guy to worry about in this situation.... at least not in a sympathetic way...