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Posted by Stormin Mormon on July 18, 2009, 8:30 pm
>> "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
the gallon jug of moonshine. He was well known as the
village idiot but most folks around here considered him
to be a harmless fool. Children would tease him but a few
compassionate grownups would toss him some change from
time to time.
Meanwhile, at the hospital, Stormy had been transferred to
the HVAC guy with head injuries wing. Where he met a hard
shelled guy who had fallen off a ladder years before.
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Posted by Alexander on July 19, 2009, 3:02 am
Stormin Mormon wrote:
>>> "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
> the gallon jug of moonshine. He was well known as the
> village idiot but most folks around here considered him
> to be a harmless fool. Children would tease him but a few
> compassionate grownups would toss him some change from
> time to time.
>
> Meanwhile, at the hospital, Stormy had been transferred to
> the HVAC guy with head injuries wing. Where he met a hard
> shelled guy who had fallen off a ladder years before.
The new Muslim religion, so effected King Mikey, that he
decided that he too would post as a Stormin Mormon.
>
>
>
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>> 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.