Another day at the parts house

> Stormin Mormon walked into the parts house.
>
> "You goddamn jeezy hack. Hope you got your magic underpants
> on."
>
> Chris recognized the voice. Of course, it could only be
> Steve from Carolina Breeze. Steve was a bible thumper, and
> never missed a chance to hassle Chris, who always took it in
> good nature.
>
> "Hey, why don't you accept Christ as your savior, and get
> out of that damn cult? You're a total git Steve added."
>
> Chris replied that he'd founded salvation, thanks for
> worrying about me. He walked up to the counter, and asked
> after the order he'd called in. Two start capacitors for
> window air conditioners. Chris proceeded to pay for the
> caps, using loose change.
>
> Steve watched from the next "window" over, at the counter.
> Laughed, and laughed. Steve was here to purchase two
> condensing units for central AC, and was laughing at the
> small purchase.
>
> Behind the counter, Joe put down the phone. "Milligan,
> again. Wants to sell us his latest software package. We keep
> telling him, he's got to contact the store HQ. So, Steve,
> what can I get you?".
>
> On the way out of the building, Chris had to jump back. The
> Daring Dufas had been practicing the curb jump. This time,
> he managed to clear about 8 inches of air under his tires.
> Better than last week when Dufas had been emaciated.
>
> "Good one, Doof!" Chris called, and headed back to his panel
> van. He set the capacitor on the floor next to the
> whiskey bottle and used his cell phone to call
> the liquor store.
>
> Just about that moment, Steve from Noon Air drove in,
> driving his old beat up Yugo which he only drove for
> religious reasons. You could tell by the look on his face,
> that he was on crack.
>
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>
>
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> Stormin Mormon walked into the parts house.
> "You goddamn jeezy hack. Hope you got your magic underpants
> on."
> Chris recognized the voice. Of course, it could only be
> Steve from Carolina Breeze. Steve was a bible thumper, and
> never missed a chance to hassle Chris, who always took it
>in
> good nature.
> "Hey, why don't you accept Christ as your savior, and get
> out of that damn cult? You're a total git Steve added."
>Joe the counter man, looked up and saw the conflict about
>to happen. Told Steve to STFU. well, Joey had been in
>business since when AC meant open the window, and wasn't
>taking any crap from anyone. Chris told Joe that it was OK.
> Chris replied that he'd founded salvation, thanks for
> worrying about me. He walked up to the counter, and asked
> after the order he'd called in. Two start capacitors for
> window air conditioners. Chris proceeded to pay for the
> caps, using loose change.
> Steve watched from the next "window" over, at the counter.
> Laughed, and laughed. Steve was here to purchase two
> condensing units for central AC, and was laughing at the
> small purchase.
>Behind the counter, Joe put down the phone. "Milligan,
> again. Wants to sell us his latest software package. We
>keep
> telling him, he's got to contact the store HQ. So, Steve,
> what can I get you?".
> On the way out of the building, Chris had to jump back. The
> Daring Dufas had been practicing the curb jump. This time,
> he managed to clear about 8 inches of air under his tires.
> Better than last week when Dufas had been emaciated. But,
>packing on some weight was good. Doof normally ran about 125
>pounds, and stood nearly 5 foot 3. All the guys used to call
>him to do crawl spaces. Only HVAC man who could fit in a 8 x
>12 duct.
> "Good one, Doof!" Chris called, and headed back to his
>panel
> van. He set the capacitor on the floor next to the
> whiskey bottle and used his cell phone to call
> the liquor store. What a moment to run out of grog. Told em
>he'd be there in a couple minutes, and meet me at the back
>door.
> Just about that moment, Steve from Noon Air drove in,
> driving his old beat up Yugo which he only drove for
> religious reasons. You could tell by the look on his face,
> that he was on crack. A closer look, and you could tell he
>had gotten some wicked ass speedball or something. Man, that
>guy was really hopped up. Even the peace sign hanging from
>the rear view miror looked messed up, today.
>In the Yugo, the news and weather was on. The guy on the
>radio was saying how the DEA was shutting down pot fields
>all over the state. Steve rolled down the window and
>hollered in no particular direction "Stormy, you effing
>hack! They are burning your effing pot fields out, hope you
>go into dee cees and have a fit and die!" Unfortunately,
>Steve knocked over his last nickel bag of weed into the
>carpet of the Yugo. "And I hate smoking that vacuum cleaner
>shit!" The last time, he'd used his shop vac to clean the
>weed out of the carpet, and smoked what was in the vacuum
>cleaner.
>Stormy finally manages to focuss his eyes and
> bashes his head in with a rock.

> On Fri, 17 Jul 2009 22:41:18 -0400, "Stormin Mormon"
>

>> Stormin Mormon walked into the parts house.
>> "You goddamn jeezy hack. Hope you got your magic underpants
>> on."
>> Chris recognized the voice. Of course, it could only be
>> Steve from Carolina Breeze. Steve was a bible thumper, and
>> never missed a chance to hassle Chris, who always took it
>> in
>> good nature.
>> "Hey, why don't you accept Christ as your savior, and get
>> out of that damn cult? You're a total git Steve added."
>> Joe the counter man, looked up and saw the conflict about
>> to happen. Told Steve to STFU. well, Joey had been in
>> business since when AC meant open the window, and wasn't
>> taking any crap from anyone. Chris told Joe that it was OK.
>> Chris replied that he'd founded salvation, thanks for
>> worrying about me. He walked up to the counter, and asked
>> after the order he'd called in. Two start capacitors for
>> window air conditioners. Chris proceeded to pay for the
>> caps, using loose change.
>> Steve watched from the next "window" over, at the counter.
>> Laughed, and laughed. Steve was here to purchase two
>> condensing units for central AC, and was laughing at the
>> small purchase.
>> Behind the counter, Joe put down the phone. "Milligan,
>> again. Wants to sell us his latest software package. We
>> keep
>> telling him, he's got to contact the store HQ. So, Steve,
>> what can I get you?".
>> On the way out of the building, Chris had to jump back. The
>> Daring Dufas had been practicing the curb jump. This time,
>> he managed to clear about 8 inches of air under his tires.
>> Better than last week when Dufas had been emaciated. But,
>> packing on some weight was good. Doof normally ran about 125
>> pounds, and stood nearly 5 foot 3. All the guys used to call
>> him to do crawl spaces. Only HVAC man who could fit in a 8 x
>> 12 duct.
>> "Good one, Doof!" Chris called, and headed back to his
>> panel
>> van. He set the capacitor on the floor next to the
>> whiskey bottle and used his cell phone to call
>> the liquor store. What a moment to run out of grog. Told em
>> he'd be there in a couple minutes, and meet me at the back
>> door.
>> Just about that moment, Steve from Noon Air drove in,
>> driving his old beat up Yugo which he only drove for
>> religious reasons. You could tell by the look on his face,
>> that he was on crack. A closer look, and you could tell he
>> had gotten some wicked ass speedball or something. Man, that
>> guy was really hopped up. Even the peace sign hanging from
>> the rear view miror looked messed up, today.
>> In the Yugo, the news and weather was on. The guy on the
>> radio was saying how the DEA was shutting down pot fields
>> all over the state. Steve rolled down the window and
>> hollered in no particular direction "Stormy, you effing
>> hack! They are burning your effing pot fields out, hope you
>> go into dee cees and have a fit and die!" Unfortunately,
>> Steve knocked over his last nickel bag of weed into the
>> carpet of the Yugo. "And I hate smoking that vacuum cleaner
>> shit!" The last time, he'd used his shop vac to clean the
>> weed out of the carpet, and smoked what was in the vacuum
>> cleaner.
>> Stormy finally manages to focuss his eyes and
>> bashes his head in with a rock.

>
> "THE END IS UPON US!" Preached the King as he chugged on