June 19, 2010
Randy Taylor. I don’t know where you people come from. I don’t know if you test your products. Your quantity of your products. Your products are very delicious. Love your sausage for thirty something years. But I can’t take and feed a family of five on a little twelve ounce roll of sausage. I don’t mind paying more money for your sixteen ounce roll of sausage, but you don’t have it anymore. You’ve got a twelve ounce roll and you’ve got three men that weigh over two-hundred pounds a piece, a woman that’s a little plump Scotch girl, and a daughter who’s thirteen, and you’re going to try to take a twelve ounce roll of sausage and a couple of dozen eggs and feed that — it ain’t going to work — and I’m not going to purchase your product any more or ever again. And as far as your sixteen ounce Maple and Sage, I don’t eat that. I’m not from the North. I’m a Texas man. Jimmy Dean Sausage is for Southern people to eat with their breakfast, with their fried eggs and their t-bone steak, and I can’t see going to little twelve ounce package to feed four five six people and I’m not going to buy two of those twelve ounce packages just because you want to downsize and charge the same goddamn price. I’d sure like a reply and I’d sure like you to go back to your sixteen ounce package on your regular sausage ’cause I’m not going to buy it otherwise ever again. I’ll just have my own damn sausage made like I used to thirty something years ago. It’s not tasty as yours is but it’ll work. Good bye. A little twelve ounce goddamn roll supposed to feed your brother, me, and you — six hundred pounds of men at least, get my point? — and the two girls, and they put it in that fucking pussy roll of sausage. Son of a bitch. Somebody needs their ass kicked. Some little consumer geekaroid thought this shit up. Save money, yeah. Saves money. Save money. Fuck, I want to eat, goddammit.