Wednesday, May 28, 2008

What the hell are you even talking about?

This morning I stood looking into the CNC machine I was running. The crazy guy practically ran up to me and leaned into my personal space.

"I'd hate to be a man who wakes up in the morning with a huge wart on his dick from sleeping with some whore," he said.

I agreed with him because I didn't know what the hell else to do.

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