If there's one thing I hate, it's a moron.
Funny how they seem to be everywhere.
Was moving things out of the chainsaw shop (I swear, the guy from Texas Chainsaw Massacre would have shit his pants if he saw it) to a different building since we're going to torch it next week, along with one of the other buildings. The guy who was going to burn the buildings stopped by. Now, we're burning down the other building first, (not the chainsaw shop) and at the time, I didnt' know that.
Apparently, neither did he.
He barged right in, looking at the place. I asked if he wanted me to get my Dad as he is the one handling that particular project. That was a no. I asked if he was sure this was the building he was supposed to do first. That was a vague yes. (More like a quite mumble of a ermhmm). I then asked for his name. Entirely ignored. He left, and will now come back in a few days with the idea for what he is doing completely wrong.
Nice job, moron. Should have listened to me.
But at least I'll get to watch something burn. It's been far too long since the pyromaniac in me got to sit through a good flame. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...
If only it was me who was getting to play Legal Arsonist......
If beauty is in the eye of the beholder, than what about those who are blind?
Sunday, February 06, 2005
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