A shop I worked for used a roofing company with a crane to do 90% of our lifts. They had an operator that went by the name of Hank. Hank was from Mississippi and, conveniently, he was missing both his upper and lower front teeth. I say conveniently because, the lack of teeth was the perfect cigar holder. Hank lived in the roofing company's shop. Kinda like Slingblade. Hank was wearing sweat pants and t-shirts every time I saw him. I asked him one day if he owned any other clothes. He said no. He told me he bought sweat pants and t-shirts and when they were dirty enough, he would throw them out and buy another set. And there you have it....
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Foreman on the ground looking several floors up at the laborer. Pointed to his eye, then his knee, then the laborer. Laborer shrugged his shoulders. Foreman made the signals again. I, need, you !!
Laborer made the hand signal for jacking off. Foreman was pissed, went to the elevator to go yell at the laborer. The met at the elevator door. Foreman let him have it.
Laborer said what's your problem? I told you I'm coming.
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Foreman on the ground looking several floors up at the laborer. Pointed to his eye, then his knee, then the laborer. Laborer shrugged his shoulders. Foreman made the signals again. I, need, you !!
Laborer made the hand signal for jacking off. Foreman was pissed, went to the elevator to go yell at the laborer. The met at the elevator door. Foreman let him have it.
Laborer said what's your problem? I told you I'm coming.
Sounds like Hank is the kinda guy who pulled out his own front teeth so he could hold his cigar......
Originally Posted by 2sac
A shop I worked for used a roofing company with a crane to do 90% of our lifts. They had an operator that went by the name of Hank. Hank was from Mississippi and, conveniently, he was missing both his upper and lower front teeth. I say conveniently because, the lack of teeth was the perfect cigar holder. Hank lived in the roofing company's shop. Kinda like Slingblade. Hank was wearing sweat pants and t-shirts every time I saw him. I asked him one day if he owned any other clothes. He said no. He told me he bought sweat pants and t-shirts and when they were dirty enough, he would throw them out and buy another set. And there you have it....
Sounds like Hank is the kinda guy who pulled out his own front teeth so he could hold his cigar......
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Hank would refer to my boss as the bald headed prick.
Officially, Down for the count
YOU HAVE TO GET OFF YOUR ASS TO GET ON YOUR FEET
I know enough to know, I don't know enough
Why is it that those who complain the most contribute the least? MONEY CAN'T BUY HAPPINESS. POVERTY CAN'T BUY ANYTHING