St. Carnal's Pub - Page 8638

Lorenz · 05-30-2008, 08:16 PM

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Originally Posted by ratman201

Yeah but you have the pub, so whos the real winner there? Thats right you.

Haha forsure!

Centaur · 05-30-2008, 08:18 PM

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Originally Posted by Lorenz

I was right downtown off of Davie (So many homo's it was unbelievable)... then I broke up with my fiancee and moved back to On. She then went on to marry my best friend who I lived with in Vancouver. Soap Opera shit? I THINK SO!!

Heh, ya, Davie St. Don't need to tell me about that place.

I forgot it was you with the thing in Co-quit. I'm supposed to baseball bat them for ya, ain't I?
I can also:
Heel hook
Stab (to trendy these days though)
T- bone
and, my personal favorite;

Duct tape a plastic bag around the head and smash them in the face so they suffocate on their own blood.

Prices vary.

Lorenz · 05-30-2008, 08:21 PM

HAHA, yah man, that was my ex I was talking about!!!

Centaur · 05-30-2008, 08:23 PM

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Originally Posted by Lorenz

Hunto - good to hear you are taking good care of you're kids!! I dont know if you read the Heavy's at all, but please - read this My daughter met Matt Hamill today... . I was getting watery-eyed by the end of it.

Thanks dick, now I'm getting tear eyed, and 2 young chicks just walked into the gym.

**hunto** · 05-30-2008, 08:23 PM

I worked Grease, in what we called The Dungeon - dirty, nasty, stinky. I filled grease cartridges. A malcontent was put on our crew, call him Jim. Jim one night started a racist diatribe wo me one night, about how all our problems were due to the negro, and giving them rights and all this other 10-cent propaganda racist crap. It bothered me, cuz I got along with everyone on my crew, blacks and whites. So I told my best friend Harry, he wondered wtf was wrong with me, and I told him- I don't want to work with the racist motherfucker. I also told my boss, don't put that fucker back there with me. When he found out about the racist rant, he went upstairs to higher authority. This brought it all out into the open, and the crew split- along black and white lines- immediately. Motherfucker. Never wanted this asshole on our crew to begin with, now look. So management wantws me to testify and all this shit against this guy, and someof the whites I'd worked with for years were giving me shit about it "shoulda kept your mouth shut, etc" me- 'FUCK all of you, sorry motherfuckers.' So I resigned. Quit.

Thats the long and short of it, although I was at odds with management since the beginning, esp the the #1 guy, the plant supe, Taormina. He thought he was smart, and I blew the entry exam out of the water, so he'd try me on intellectual shit- he got his degree from Lebanon college in the north, so he thought he was a whiz, and would try to trip me up or show me up. It escalated. He announced he was going to France, to seal some deal or something, and asked me if I knew about some aspect of wines. I don't fucking know wines, so he got all smug, satisfied he'd embarrassed me in front of the crew. But before he could leave, I offered to teach him some French, and rattled off several phrases. He didn't know any French. "You're going to France and can't say Hello in French? Bwaaaaaaaaaaaahahahhahaha!" I onwed his ass in front of everyone. This shit built for years. But the racist crap is what led to me telling them to stuff it.

Lorenz · 05-30-2008, 08:24 PM

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Originally Posted by Centaur

Thanks dick, now I'm getting tear eyed, and 2 young chicks just walked into the gym.

Ackward... but no worries. Chicks dig the tough guy with an emotional side!

Centaur · 05-30-2008, 08:25 PM

If you wanna read another tear jerker, read Keith Wassungs write up about the time he forgoed (I know that's not a word) a huge PR to play tea time with his daughter (or something).

Centaur · 05-30-2008, 08:29 PM

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Originally Posted by hunto

I worked Grease, in what we called The Dungeon - dirty, nasty, stinky. I filled grease cartridges. A malcontent was put on our crew, call him Jim. Jim one night started a racist diatribe wo me one night, about how all our problems were due to the negro, and giving them rights and all this other 10-cent propaganda racist crap. It bothered me, cuz I got along with everyone on my crew, blacks and whites. So I told my best friend Harry, he wondered wtf was wrong with me, and I told him- I don't want to work with the racist motherfucker. I also told my boss, don't put that fucker back there with me. When he found out about the racist rant, he went upstairs to higher authority. This brought it all out into the open, and the crew split- along black and white lines- immediately. Motherfucker. Never wanted this asshole on our crew to begin with, now look. So management wantws me to testify and all this shit against this guy, and someof the whites I'd worked with for years were giving me shit about it "shoulda kept your mouth shut, etc" me- 'FUCK all of you, sorry motherfuckers.' So I resigned. Quit.

Thats the long and short of it, although I was at odds with management since the beginning, esp the the #1 guy, the plant supe, Taormina. He thought he was smart, and I blew the entry exam out of the water, so he'd try me on intellectual shit- he got his degree from Lebanon college in the north, so he thought he was a whiz, and would try to trip me up or show me up. It escalated. He announced he was going to France, to seal some deal or something, and asked me if I knew about some aspect of wines. I don't fucking know wines, so he got all smug, satisfied he'd embarrassed me in front of the crew. But before he could leave, I offered to teach him some French, and rattled off several phrases. He didn't know any French. "You're going to France and can't say Hello in French? Bwaaaaaaaaaaaahahahhahaha!" I onwed his ass in front of everyone. This shit built for years. But the racist crap is what led to me telling them to stuff it.

Huh, good story man. I hate fuckers like that (Taormina), and it's always good when they get their comeuppance.

Lorenz · 05-30-2008, 08:30 PM

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Originally Posted by Centaur

If you wanna read another tear jerker, read Keith Wassungs write up about the time he forgoed (I know that's not a word) a huge PR to play tea time with his daughter (or something).

Ill have to go check that out. Must be one of his articles I haven't read yet.

Props to him though - the most important things come first.

**hunto** · 05-30-2008, 08:31 PM

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Originally Posted by erco

Coolio, I knew you worked for Mobil, I just didn't know why you left. I never noticed you post about teaching your kid and what not, it's usually figuring out ways you're gonna destroy your pipe smoking neighbors face and/or property =p

Nah, I kinda leave my kid stuff out of it, because once I get started, I usually go on till everyone leaves.

I'm a doting Dad. I'm like a cross between a Dad and a Grandfather- I was 32 when we had Michael. And I'm permissive as hell, mainly because he responds to it well- he isn't spoiled at all, or bratty. He stays up all night too, on his PC, or drawing, or playing with me. I'm in and out and around all night with him playing, or talking to him, or letting him show me his stuff on his PC. He's not retarded by any means- est IQ between 120-135- but the Aspy manifests itself by making him very shy, social stuf just doesn't make a lot of sense, and he has the weirdest interests- a characteristic of all Aspies- weird intense interests. His first was flying rockets. Then it was washing machines. Right now its storm sirnes- like for tornadoes- in all kinds, shapes, etc. He asked me the other day, "Dad, can we go to Hawaii? They have the most sirens there, and I want to go see." He makes detailed exploded drawings of them, all kind of neat shit.