Anonymous-0
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The practical joke thing seemed to fly ok. And by golly after reading them, I look up and we are one day closer to spring. Spring is when we can stop using winter as a excuse not to do anything.
So here goes, A buddy of mine would always go to Wal-Mart, target, Kmart etc. He would go into the dressing room, and let out a loud yell. There is no darn toilet paper in here! -- Anybody--I need some toilet paper in here.
He was a sick-o-o-o truck driver, very big guy,and a fat gut on him. His greates pleasure was reading what was writtn on bathroom walls.
Once a day he would sit in a stall, and make loud sounds like a woman giving birth. He would use all the grunting sounds like he was passing broken glass, grunt and groan, yell oh my Lord, oh my Lord.
His high point of the day was to use a rest room stall in a busy place. As he called it heap, and run. He would indeed heap the toilet stool, and not pull the lever, and wait in the rest room pretneding to wash his hands. He aparently was a very lonely man out there on the road.
His wife divorced him, so we no longer have to get involved with him, Probably just as well.
Another so called buddy, our wives and I went out to eat. When I got my check book out he said--I thought you probation officer said you were not to write any more checks! The waitress tried to keep it low key, while she asked the supervisor if she should accept my check.
As I write this, I begin to wonder why I picked such low lifes for friends. Yet on the other hand it helps explain the way I am.
So here goes, A buddy of mine would always go to Wal-Mart, target, Kmart etc. He would go into the dressing room, and let out a loud yell. There is no darn toilet paper in here! -- Anybody--I need some toilet paper in here.
He was a sick-o-o-o truck driver, very big guy,and a fat gut on him. His greates pleasure was reading what was writtn on bathroom walls.
Once a day he would sit in a stall, and make loud sounds like a woman giving birth. He would use all the grunting sounds like he was passing broken glass, grunt and groan, yell oh my Lord, oh my Lord.
His high point of the day was to use a rest room stall in a busy place. As he called it heap, and run. He would indeed heap the toilet stool, and not pull the lever, and wait in the rest room pretneding to wash his hands. He aparently was a very lonely man out there on the road.
His wife divorced him, so we no longer have to get involved with him, Probably just as well.
Another so called buddy, our wives and I went out to eat. When I got my check book out he said--I thought you probation officer said you were not to write any more checks! The waitress tried to keep it low key, while she asked the supervisor if she should accept my check.
As I write this, I begin to wonder why I picked such low lifes for friends. Yet on the other hand it helps explain the way I am.