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Oh my God, I work for retards...
Llet me tell you a little story about a boy (not so young, any more) that works for a growing (too fast) trucking company.
On day 1, the young boy woke up bright and early and was on the highway by 4:30am to make his delivery of the ultra-important Widgets to a land far, far, away. He did a fantastic job by arriving 30 minutes before he was supposed to be there. This is after the young boy had to wait for almost 5 loooong hours while the horrible trolls put the Widgets in his valient white steed's rear-end. After they took what they needed, the young boy went to the magical land of the Lot Lizards in hopes of a good meal later in the day. Upon arrival at the Land of Lot Lizards, he decided it would be a good time to take a well deserved nap. After about 4 hours, his wicked old stepmother sent a carrier pigeon to let him know that he had to drive over 300 miles over the woods and through the dell to a company that makes poison apples. The bad part is that he was given a very short time to do this, not enough, in fact, to keep all the king's men from getting mad at him. He was asked to do his best. Our brave boy fought through the snarles of ogres blocking his path and did what he could, but, sadly, it just wasn't good enough. His wicked old stepmother said to him, "Fine - get it in the morning without dilly and without dally." So, he let his white steed rest for the night while the boy did what he could to forage for food. He managed to find the remnants of a sandwich, as well as potato crisps, just enough to keep him alive. Today, the trumpets blared in our now sad boy's ear, announcing to him that he must saddle his steed and make haste. He arrived at the cave where he was to pick up his poison apples, but was told that another boy had stolen his load from him. Oh my! What to do now? Using his magic crystal, he summoned his wicked old stepmother. He explained what had happened the best he could. She told him to find a field of straw where he might let his steed graze. At mid-day, after 6 hours of resting, another carrier pigeon arrived. This one told him to get another load of poison apples from the same cave and take it to the Land of New Jersey. It would go to a place that provides young boys and girls with food to eat. The problem was that they wanted him there far sooner than he could possibly do. He let his stepmother know when he could be there. She replied with a disheartning sigh and said, "Just get it there..." So, off he went. He acquired his load of poison apples, which, unbeknownst to him, had been sitting at the cave for almost 12hrs, waiting to be picked up. He ran his poor white steed to the east, where he started to mingle with the ogres of the Land of New Jersey at the same time these ogres were going to their huts for the night. They tried to slow him down, but he persevered and arrived at his destination just when he told his stepmother he would be there. When the boy told the trolls that protect the grounds that he was there with their apples, he was quickly growled at because he was supposed to be here by 6 O'clock this morning, not at 4:30 O'clock this afternoon. He was then told to go put his steed in the field with the 50 other steeds and they would each of them know when they were ready for them. And that's where this story ends, with our now down-beaten boy sitting... waiting... wondering... |
I've done that more times than I care to count. Sure am glad I retired. Wait till you have an appointment time of about 2:15 AM, and when you get there to check in, you find out that the trolls don't even wake up till 7 AM... Wait for the carrier pigeon to let you know which dock to back into... And, if you're not awake, they carrier pigeon will simply pass you by and go on to the next huge red steed to back into your dock...
Been there... Done that one too... Didn't like it either... |
Originally Posted by Malaki86
(Post 507154)
Llet me tell you a little story about a boy (not so young, any more) that works for a growing (too fast) trucking company.
On day 1, the young boy woke up bright and early and was on the highway by 4:30am to make his delivery of the ultra-important Widgets to a land far, far, away. He did a fantastic job by arriving 30 minutes before he was supposed to be there. This is after the young boy had to wait for almost 5 loooong hours while the horrible trolls put the Widgets in his valient white steed's rear-end. After they took what they needed, the young boy went to the magical land of the Lot Lizards in hopes of a good meal later in the day. Upon arrival at the Land of Lot Lizards, he decided it would be a good time to take a well deserved nap. After about 4 hours, his wicked old stepmother sent a carrier pigeon to let him know that he had to drive over 300 miles over the woods and through the dell to a company that makes poison apples. The bad part is that he was given a very short time to do this, not enough, in fact, to keep all the king's men from getting mad at him. He was asked to do his best. Our brave boy fought through the snarles of ogres blocking his path and did what he could, but, sadly, it just wasn't good enough. His wicked old stepmother said to him, "Fine - get it in the morning without dilly and without dally." So, he let his white steed rest for the night while the boy did what he could to forage for food. He managed to find the remnants of a sandwich, as well as potato crisps, just enough to keep him alive. Today, the trumpets blared in our now sad boy's ear, announcing to him that he must saddle his steed and make haste. He arrived at the cave where he was to pick up his poison apples, but was told that another boy had stolen his load from him. Oh my! What to do now? Using his magic crystal, he summoned his wicked old stepmother. He explained what had happened the best he could. She told him to find a field of straw where he might let his steed graze. At mid-day, after 6 hours of resting, another carrier pigeon arrived. This one told him to get another load of poison apples from the same cave and take it to the Land of New Jersey. It would go to a place that provides young boys and girls with food to eat. The problem was that they wanted him there far sooner than he could possibly do. He let his stepmother know when he could be there. She replied with a disheartning sigh and said, "Just get it there..." So, off he went. He acquired his load of poison apples, which, unbeknownst to him, had been sitting at the cave for almost 12hrs, waiting to be picked up. He ran his poor white steed to the east, where he started to mingle with the ogres of the Land of New Jersey at the same time these ogres were going to their huts for the night. They tried to slow him down, but he persevered and arrived at his destination just when he told his stepmother he would be there. When the boy told the trolls that protect the grounds that he was there with their apples, he was quickly growled at because he was supposed to be here by 6 O'clock this morning, not at 4:30 O'clock this afternoon. He was then told to go put his steed in the field with the 50 other steeds and they would each of them know when they were ready for them. And that's where this story ends, with our now down-beaten boy sitting... waiting... wondering... Timberwolf |
You work for your WIFE???
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Originally Posted by golfhobo
(Post 507162)
You work for your WIFE???
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LOL - only took 5 hours to get into a dock. Unloading now, but who knows how long that'll take.
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Originally Posted by Snowman7
(Post 507163)
So you're calling his wife a retard?
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Originally Posted by Snowman7
(Post 507163)
So you're calling his wife a retard?
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I worked for a retard once. I still see that dumbass in the mirror sometimes. http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l2...10/k0158qw.gif
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Originally Posted by golfhobo
(Post 507176)
Read Timberwolf's post and try to keep up guys! :lol:
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