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Me have no money. This means YOU will have to drink a green beer for me. Kay?


Here is an example of how stupid I am when it comes to talking.

The first P&G sale I had, I went up to my boss and asked him who the hot blonde was working cash.

"Which one?"
*pointing* "That one there - the one with the huge guns."
*slightly chuckling* "That's Andrea ... my niece."


Later in that sale, I went over to my friend that was working and literally grabbed him and told him to follow me to see the best ass he's ever seen.

*pointing* "There ... right there ... that is simply to die for."
"Which one man?" (I see a pattern here)
"That one - right there. That is such a sweet ass man."
"Well ... you're lucky you're a good friend ... that's my little sister man."


The last sale I worked, I was talking to another worker about my bosses boss (we'll call him Jim for the hell of it) and how much of an asshole he was. No text for this one ... 'cause there wasn't much. I gotta give the kid props - he didn't deck me or yell at me or even change his expression. Took it all in stride as if JIm wasn't his father or anything.


So Tuesday at work, maybe 30 minutes after I've started, my boss comes up to me and says:

"Rob ... since I know you like the taste of feet - that guy there *points at a teenager* is Frank's son."


Yup ... thanks dude ... I'll remember that one. Frank is the other manager (and Frank isn't his name at all) and is the one I usually rag on to other workers 'cause pretty much everyone hates him.

You gotta love the boss that will warn you about shit like that.