Just be careful when you are dumping out a co-workers can. Here is a post that will explain what I am talking about.
Pauly dumps the can....
Well boys... great fuckin idea.
"Just take the fuckin can and dump it out"... what could possibly go fuckin wrong?
Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. Ever seen a 6' 220lb guy laughing like a mother fuckin hyena running away from a 5'6" about 140 lb guy who is full on Chugg raging at the loss of a $22 tin of cancer?
Did I mention that we got some late spring bullshit snow storm here last night?
Any of you fuckers stop to think that fuckin around at work is likely frowned upon by the big wigs?
So... the little bastard comes up and goes "Shit Pauly... you know you want some, you can't stay quit forever." Sure, i say, gimme a little dip.
then Pauly takes the tin, pulls the top off it, sticks the finger and thumb in, and then proceeds to make like he's gonna take a real big fuckin dip.
Pauly grabs a great big dip then flicks into the air like fuckin pixie dust. the Pauly puts the can down on the concrete floor and stomps on it with his work boot and begins to giggle like a school girl.
Then, the rage starts. This guy is so goddam mad that he is literally ranting incomprehensible sounds and snarling.
Of course, this is VERY amusing, so Pauly begins to laugh uncontrollably. Like, tears running down my face busting a fuckin gut HOWLING.
Ever try running away from an insane little man while unable to breathe you're laughing so fuckin hard? He's chasing me around the trucks and throwing random punches and kicks and I'm still giggling. He's getting madder and madder, so i round the corner at the front of one of the trucks and get fancy... BUTTON HOOK!!!
Well, Mr Angry chewer slips in a puddle on the concrete floor. Mr Angry Chewer's noggin goes thwack on the bumper and then the concrete.
This just keeps gettin funnier and funnier, so now I'm leaning on the hood trying to catch my breath howling and fucking laughin so hard I think I'm gonna die.
Then, Pauly's boss's boss comes out of the office to find out what the fuck is goin on. He looks even angrier... Ever try explaining that what I'm told looks like I laid a fuckin whuppin on this guy is the result of advice from a bunch of insane mother fuckers I've never met? And an "accident"?
Well... Pauly got sent home early today. I think the words were "I can't even fuckin deal with you right now... Get the fuck outta here... go home."
Is it bad that I'm still fuckin laughing typing this 7 hours later?