Beast attack.....
Jul 10, 2014 1:11:34 GMT -5
Post by Cranky on Jul 10, 2014 1:11:34 GMT -5
It was a sunny day at the nudie beach....oops, wrong site....
For the first time in a decade, I went on a sales call for my new product. Now how does a crank sell products? It mainly runs along the line of "buy my effen product dummy", which of course leads to plenty of sales....
Anywho....I get back around 10 and my wife has lamb chops ready for the bbq. I, being the epitome of fashionista sales call dresser, change from jeans and t-shirt, to my equally fasionista shorts and no t-shirt.
Lamp chops ready....off to the "man-only-allowed" bbq I go.....
Get matches....wife is comming out of the door....I open the bbq....and out jump two beasts! Dark, furry, beady eyed BEASTS! They startled the crap out of me, worse still, one of these beast jumps off my bare chest! You've seen Alien? Yeah, something like THAT!
As the beasts jumped out at poor me, I jump back a step....and my poor beloved (mostly) wife gets the full force of my 260 pound PK'like back'check. Yup.....wife on the ground, lamp chops hanging from the bushes, plate in neat little broken pieces......and the evil beasts? Gone into the darkness! And yes, I swear, there is a lamb chop missing!
But that's not all, nope, the beasts filled my "only-man-allowed-to-use" precious bbq with grass. GRASS! Obviously, these beasts had full intent on spawning more beasts!
The moral of this story? Wear t-shirt to protect nipples from beasts!
Damn squirrels....
For the first time in a decade, I went on a sales call for my new product. Now how does a crank sell products? It mainly runs along the line of "buy my effen product dummy", which of course leads to plenty of sales....
Anywho....I get back around 10 and my wife has lamb chops ready for the bbq. I, being the epitome of fashionista sales call dresser, change from jeans and t-shirt, to my equally fasionista shorts and no t-shirt.
Lamp chops ready....off to the "man-only-allowed" bbq I go.....
Get matches....wife is comming out of the door....I open the bbq....and out jump two beasts! Dark, furry, beady eyed BEASTS! They startled the crap out of me, worse still, one of these beast jumps off my bare chest! You've seen Alien? Yeah, something like THAT!
As the beasts jumped out at poor me, I jump back a step....and my poor beloved (mostly) wife gets the full force of my 260 pound PK'like back'check. Yup.....wife on the ground, lamp chops hanging from the bushes, plate in neat little broken pieces......and the evil beasts? Gone into the darkness! And yes, I swear, there is a lamb chop missing!
But that's not all, nope, the beasts filled my "only-man-allowed-to-use" precious bbq with grass. GRASS! Obviously, these beasts had full intent on spawning more beasts!
The moral of this story? Wear t-shirt to protect nipples from beasts!
Damn squirrels....
