quick short story time.
old feller from one of our "independent" floors comes down.. reeks of pot..
i greet him as always and reminisce in the memories from said smell.
then notice his baggie is hanging out of his front shirt pocket..
at this point im trying not to bust out laughing so i lean over and tell him his "stuff" is showing..
his hand went to his zipper and he said not to play games.. then i tried again.. and he got it.. dude was frigging blitzed.
if anyone should be able ot do what they want.. it's these guys.
nope.. funyuns..
did you dangle a bag of Frito's in front of him?
if anyone should be able ot do what they want.. it's these guys.
looks like the weather is suppose to be nice today
dont remind me. i should probably get the front done.guess that means ,i get to mow the lawn tonight
no golf for me tonight
golf league tonight