by 3legged_lab » Sat May 11, 2013 3:08 pm
A month or so ago I was going 50 in a 55 in my company truck. Some punk ass kid comes flying up and tries to pass but I closed the gap between me and the car in the left lane, didn't let punk ass through. He got pissy and yelled some comment at the next light, my brother flipped him the bird and I told him to get out of the truck and grab the kids door handle. He tried, and bitch ass floored it.
By the time we got back to the shop he had already called and threatened to bring his dad to talk, and said we had a lawsuit coming, but he never showed up. Every once in a while, when I'm in a bad mood, I think about inviting Mr Gomez to come down to the shop to visit.
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