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ExtremeRyno wrote:he chased a customer out of the store with a crow-bar.
Please elaborate.
He was a big, fat, sweaty red-neck which is bad enough..But then the customer came in (she was a bar-hopping type red-neck) and just stood around talking about nothing in particular and smoking a few cigarettes with me as she was prone to doing every single day of the week. Anyhow, she started making fun of the fat guy, he got all angry. Then she decided to piss him off and said something about "Who's :insert long forgotten car here: was that on the side of the building? I broke the mirror off when I got out of my truck." So he got very angry, she started laughing and calling him names and making fat jokes, so he grabbed a crow-bar and started chasing her around the store with it and finally out into the parking lot where he proceeded to break out all her windows.
Poop in the urinal. That gets you ultimate style points in my book. I did it accidentally when I was really young, and ever since then it's my favorite thing. If you do it at your work or your school, it's hilarious because for the rest of the day, you'll hear people saying things like:
"OMG, some retard pooped in the urinal, can you believe it?"
And you'll just be laughing inside because you know it was you.
Apparantly the fun thing to do back in my old high school was urinate all over the floors. It got so bad, over one summer they installed drainage grates and sloped the floors in all the bathrooms.
I'm going to go back in time and shoot Kennedy from the grassy knoll.
