[stuck in Aahz]

Originally Posted by lippiatte

i once worked with this guy named Rick that would constantly try my patience. he was constantly interrupting me while working, with lame ass stories about his late-night escapades, who he raced on the way to work in his turrrrbo toyoootaaaa suuuupraaa, and lots of other mumbo jumbo. he wouldn't do shit at work, and i would always be the one that caught hell for it. this knuckle-head thought it would be a good idea to go around the workplace every day, and remove a screw or nut-n-bolt from something hoping one day that the place would cave in. a real twat in other words.

can't stand a$$holes like that.

WaaaaaHaaayyyyy!!! Oi Oi, you bastard!! He's talkin about me! I was always tellin him about the rave scene, and did eventually talk him into going (of course only one night is what it took). And yes, I did go around removing screws from various machines at work in hopes that one day the place would cave in!!!