This scum bag was purchasing my plans over a year and then relisting them under a new name 6 months later.
I had to purchase a plan just to discover who great_plans really was. Ofcourse, I recognized the name immediately. This low life has even stolen pictures off my own web sites for his listings.
All of this eBay claims is not allowed. But NO action by eBay has EVER been taken. VERO is worthless.
As long as these thieves pay their bill, their good to go.
I am currently reimbursing others who purchase plans from great_plans for me so that I can drive this scum bag from eBay by dumping the plans at low prices.
Ofcourse, I will repay your act of kindness,
My front license plate reads:
Treat your friends Well
Give your enemies Hell
YES, pay back is a Bitch!
Hey, it's just Karma.
A note to Lok: I hope you die a very, very slow and pain full death you dirty rotten bastard. Your so damed lucky I will not break the law as you would have felt my wrath by now you despicable SOB.
I curse you. I curse you. I curse you.
May you die homeless and in pain and agony on the streets like the dog you are.
This is ONLY a sample.
Notice how this scum bag has used a water mark to lead
you to believe these plans are his property. What a stupid MF.
You know why we have no horse thieves in North Dakota?
We have hung them all!
You don't steal a cow boys horse and live to talk about it.
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel, Mr. Grinch.
You're a bad banana
With a greasy black peel.
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You have garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch.
I wouldn't touch you, with a
thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole.
You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch.
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Grinch.
Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crockodile.
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks
Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Grinch.
The three words that best describe you
are as follows, and I quote: "Stink. Stank. Stunk."
You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched
With moldy purple spots, Mr. Grinch.
Your soul is an apalling dump heap overflowing
with the most disgraceful assortment of deplorable
Mangled up in tangled up knots.
You nauseate me, Mr. Grinch.
With a nauseaus super-naus.
You're a crooked jerky jockey
And you drive a crooked horse, Mr. Grinch.
You're a three decker saurkraut and toadstool sandwich
With arsenic sauce.