Success!
Filing papers until 11 PM is not my idea of fun. A man needs a break. Too bad it’s time for bed. One thing that I did find in my travels is the paperwork that proved my broker broke the law. Man, it pisses me off to no end. Every time I look in the paper and see Dee Jensen’s fat, lying face, I get irritated. I won’t even look at houses sponsored by success real estate these days. I think I’m going to call the mass board of realtors to see if the paperwork that I dropped off in June ever went anywhere.

I know the answer to that, as I see Dee Jensen’s lying face in the paper every Friday.

Nothing like a broker that signs to be your broker and falsifies and files your sales contract, but blatantly lies to you by making a side deal with your ex wife that is against your best interests. All this while she has a contract with you to act in your best interest. And her actions were not only known by, but approved by her office manager.

I say this: Dee Jensen lies, beware of her.
Success! Real estate approves of shady and illegal actions. Beware of them
Success! Real Estate and Dee Jensen will act in their own interests even when your interests conflict with theirs.

So, if you’re in the market for real estate in Braintree, Quincy, Weymouth, Scituate, Marshfield, or anywhere on the South Shore, steer a wide berth around Dee Jensen.

Dee Jensen is not out to help you.
Success! Real Estate will lie to you.

I hope this is googled higher than her site. I really do. If you want to see one of the reasons why my ex sucks and Dee lies, e-mail me, and I’ll show you the paperwork obtained from the shady transaction in question.

Stupid paperwork.

Success! II
I found another paper that said that 2.5 years ago I could only bench 40 lbs. My biceps are now wider than my collar size was in 1994. One day, after a lot of lifting, tanning, and a run through the Mohawk Master 2000, I will play Mr. T in the made for TV movie, “The Life of Mr. T: T means ‘Tender,’ T means “Tough’.”

Success III
Personal Marker (will sound stupid, but I thought it was remarkable):
Leg pressed 500×12, 540×12, and 590×12. The skinny dork leg pressed nearly 600 lbs. A bunch of times. Please don’t tell me that your grandma does this once a week, all while eating prunes and vacuuming. Let me have my minor, insignificant accomplishment, ok? Soon, I may even venture from the pink dumbells to the purple ones. That’s right. You heard me. Purple. Boo-yah?

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