THE BORE
General => The Superdeep Borehole => Topic started by: GilloD on August 13, 2008, 09:12:20 PM
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So, I started running today. And I ran for about 25 minutes. I'm just about to go inside my apartment building when I notice this older (40ish) Chinese lady unloading her car. I ask if she needs help, she seems totally grateful.
This lady has a fuckload of stuff- About 16 garbage bags, 4 huge suitcases and 15 boxes of who knows. I'm relieved when I ask her what floor she lives on:
"Firss", she says, "firss flaw"
So I start taking her shit into the first floor. She stops me, "No" she says, "fourss floor".
"Fourss floor?"
She holds up four fingers- "Fourss floor".
Fourth floor. Fuck.
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fours floor :lol
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:lol
You poor bastard.
Did you get laid for your heroism?
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Your Firss American Hero!
Fixeded
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This is why you shouldn't talk to people you don't know. Especially if they look like they might have an accent.
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I would'a Billy Madison'ed that shit
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Look at it this way,
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hey you know there's a bright side to this:
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In my exhuasted state I forgot the best part of the story: She tells me she's a painter. So I'm all, "Oh, what doy ou paint" figuring she's like a hobbyist landscape painter or whatever.
It turns out she has like a PhD in BRAIN MELTING PSYCHADELIC EXPERIMENTAL PAINTING.
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did you stick it in her sweet and sour chicken?
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did you stick it in her sweet and sour chicken?
No, but I got a look at her General Tso.
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:o
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and then you showed her how to make kung pow
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KUNG POW, RIGHT IN THE KISSER