Originally Posted by garce

I'd trust the people at my bank about as far as I could throw them. I trust their judgements and personal opinions even less.

In all honesty, the opinions of the people who work at my bank are worth less than the opinions of the ants I accidentally stepped on on the way to that bank. I am more concerned about the feelings of the insects that I may accidenatally kill on the way to my bank than I am for the opinions of the actual employess of TD Canada Trust. What anyone in my bank thinks of me is irrelevant.

My bank, its managers, and even the tellers are more impressed by a stable twelve year business relationship than by the length of my fucking hair.

And I'll deal with with my old buddy Yngwie before I deal with you.

Originally Posted by Jason Voorhees

Welcome to the fucking adult industry dipshit. We got more important things to worry about in regards to professionalism than someones fucking hair length.