We were told today that the FSB has webbed feet, like a frog. Bet she's a hell of a swimmer. But can she catch flies?
Here is an interesting myspace link someone sent us that has nothing to do with the blog. Honest. I swear. Never seen it before. Really. What, you don't believe me? Check out his friends. The starting 5 seem somehow familiar. I may not know their names, but I'm sure they have compelling stories worth telling. If only someone would take the time to make a blog...
http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendID=116997966
Does life imitates art? And if so, is this art, or just the rambled rantings of various pissed off ex and current employees?
The Final Tour
The Tour Guide went to lunch and hasn't come back yet. That was four days ago. We think he quit.
I guess he realized those $5 commissions don't really add up to all that much, especially when they are deducted from your $600 monthly draw, so you end up making minimum wage for enduring the CSB 10 hours a day, 6 days a week.
What took him so long?
Paco is mad and says he can't believe the Tour Guide did this after Paco recommended him for the job. Paco says the Tour Guide made Paco look bad in the eyes of management.
Because nobody has applied for a Sales job, or any job, at the Lazy K in the last couple of months, even though we end all our co-op ads with "Now Hiring at all five Lazy K locations," and 'Now Hiring' is the first thing you see when you enter the company website, and all the doors and counters at all the Lazy Ks have big signs taped up that say "Now Hiring, All Positions," Star has told the Sales crew that in his professional opinion we have enough people now that half of the staff has quit and it is the busiest time of the year and nobody is applying for jobs at the Lazy K, so he isn't going to hire anyone else.
I guess he realized those $5 commissions don't really add up to all that much, especially when they are deducted from your $600 monthly draw, so you end up making minimum wage for enduring the CSB 10 hours a day, 6 days a week.
What took him so long?
Paco is mad and says he can't believe the Tour Guide did this after Paco recommended him for the job. Paco says the Tour Guide made Paco look bad in the eyes of management.
Because nobody has applied for a Sales job, or any job, at the Lazy K in the last couple of months, even though we end all our co-op ads with "Now Hiring at all five Lazy K locations," and 'Now Hiring' is the first thing you see when you enter the company website, and all the doors and counters at all the Lazy Ks have big signs taped up that say "Now Hiring, All Positions," Star has told the Sales crew that in his professional opinion we have enough people now that half of the staff has quit and it is the busiest time of the year and nobody is applying for jobs at the Lazy K, so he isn't going to hire anyone else.
Baby Hitler's Fort
There was nobody at the parts counter, and the customer got tired of waiting. This was his third trip to the Lazy K to retrieve the helmet he ordered, and, even though nobody had called him to say it was in, three weeks and a day had gone by, and two weeks since he was told it would be in, so he decided to take his chances.
He waited for fifteen minutes with the gathering crowd that wanted to pick up or order parts. The big girl with the watermelon tits from the front counter who called him "Sweetie" was on her way back from the bathroom. He asked her if the parts department was open so he could find out where his helmet was.
"Let me see if I can find someone to get you taken care of, Sugar," said Tits Ahoy.
She walked back behind the counter looking for the helmet, and into the room where we stock parts. She turned the corner, and down at the end of the aisle where we stock the helmets and empty boxes from the display helmets, Baby Hitler had made himself a little fort out of helmet boxes. As she got further into the room, Tits Ahoy heard Baby Hitler speaking softly.
"I like that. It's making me really hard. Are your panties wet? because my dick is so hard right now. If you were here right now, I would take you in the back room and fuck you good."
Tits Ahoy realized Baby Hitler was having phone sex and whacking off. Tits Ahoy turned to leave and her tits knocked a bunch of helmets over and Baby Hitler jerked up, and started wiping off and zipping closed.
"Oh shit, I gotta go," Baby Hitler slammed the phone down, adjusted his jeans so he was a bit more comfortable, and came running over to where Tits was, asking her what the fuck happened.
"I was distracted and not paying any attention and knocked over the stack of helmets. What were you doing back there?"
Baby Hitler told Tits Ahoy that he wasn’t doing what she thought he was doing, whatever that was. His face was three shades of beet.
"Whatever," said Tits, and walked off.
Baby Hitler spent the rest of the day asking Tits Ahoy what she thought she heard and begging her not to tell anyone. She ran and told the Rhino about Baby Hitler whacking off in the parts department, so everyone knew by closing time.
So that's what's happening to all the paper towels.
He waited for fifteen minutes with the gathering crowd that wanted to pick up or order parts. The big girl with the watermelon tits from the front counter who called him "Sweetie" was on her way back from the bathroom. He asked her if the parts department was open so he could find out where his helmet was.
She walked back behind the counter looking for the helmet, and into the room where we stock parts. She turned the corner, and down at the end of the aisle where we stock the helmets and empty boxes from the display helmets, Baby Hitler had made himself a little fort out of helmet boxes. As she got further into the room, Tits Ahoy heard Baby Hitler speaking softly.
"I like that. It's making me really hard. Are your panties wet? because my dick is so hard right now. If you were here right now, I would take you in the back room and fuck you good."
Tits Ahoy realized Baby Hitler was having phone sex and whacking off. Tits Ahoy turned to leave and her tits knocked a bunch of helmets over and Baby Hitler jerked up, and started wiping off and zipping closed.
"Oh shit, I gotta go," Baby Hitler slammed the phone down, adjusted his jeans so he was a bit more comfortable, and came running over to where Tits was, asking her what the fuck happened.
"I was distracted and not paying any attention and knocked over the stack of helmets. What were you doing back there?"
Baby Hitler told Tits Ahoy that he wasn’t doing what she thought he was doing, whatever that was. His face was three shades of beet.
"Whatever," said Tits, and walked off.
Baby Hitler spent the rest of the day asking Tits Ahoy what she thought she heard and begging her not to tell anyone. She ran and told the Rhino about Baby Hitler whacking off in the parts department, so everyone knew by closing time.
So that's what's happening to all the paper towels.
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