05-11-2005, 11:00 PM
(This post was last modified: 05-12-2005, 12:44 AM by Occhidiangela.)
Seems there was this Irish fella, Sean, visiting near San Antonio one fine November afternoon, at the state fair grounds just north of the city. He was quite taken by the act of a scantily clad bearded lady. He stuck around to chat with her, after her act, and discovered she was recently released from the prison down in Beeville.
While chatting her up, he began to feel hungry. As he was deciding what to do about dinner, a Blue Norther sprang up and swept through the fairgrounds. No worries for the Sean, he'd brought his overcoat, and as for dinner, well, there he was with a Chilly Con Carny!
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The next day, Sean went home to McAllen where he worked in shipping and receiving at the local Circuit City. He was unloading and unpacking boxes with his friend Albert, opening returned merchandise to inspect for defects to justify refunds -- sort of checking for fraud. He ran his utility knife across a box a bit too vigorously, and looked on in horror as the follow through sliced deeply into Albert's stomach as Albert was reaching up on the pile for the next box. Blood sprayed everywhere, and Albert's scream of pain brought the foreman a running. The foreman stared in disbelief at the man holding his intestines to himself, and turned to Sean in a fury, bellowing "Dude, you gutted Al!"
Occhi
This will be heard live in Austin this weekend . . . if I make it there.
*ducks*
While chatting her up, he began to feel hungry. As he was deciding what to do about dinner, a Blue Norther sprang up and swept through the fairgrounds. No worries for the Sean, he'd brought his overcoat, and as for dinner, well, there he was with a Chilly Con Carny!
EDIT ADD
The next day, Sean went home to McAllen where he worked in shipping and receiving at the local Circuit City. He was unloading and unpacking boxes with his friend Albert, opening returned merchandise to inspect for defects to justify refunds -- sort of checking for fraud. He ran his utility knife across a box a bit too vigorously, and looked on in horror as the follow through sliced deeply into Albert's stomach as Albert was reaching up on the pile for the next box. Blood sprayed everywhere, and Albert's scream of pain brought the foreman a running. The foreman stared in disbelief at the man holding his intestines to himself, and turned to Sean in a fury, bellowing "Dude, you gutted Al!"
Occhi
This will be heard live in Austin this weekend . . . if I make it there.
*ducks*
Cry 'Havoc' and let slip the Men 'O War!
In War, the outcome is never final. --Carl von Clausewitz--
Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum
John 11:35 - consider why.
In Memory of Pete
In War, the outcome is never final. --Carl von Clausewitz--
Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum
John 11:35 - consider why.
In Memory of Pete