Arghhh... the noise
I hate 5 point engine runs. Its where a couple of engineers take a corporate jet, sit it on the tarmac and rev the fucking shit out of it for what seems like an eternity. The tarmac is just outside my office. The sound is fucking loud. I'm fucking pissed off. Nothing changes. Its hard being this happy.
Next on my agenda is my weekend of hard boozing. Why oh why...?
Scott and I like a drink, occasionally. We go to the pub and hit it hard. Then, on Saturday night, he punches me so hard in the face that all I remember is a flash of white light and the absence of sound followed by trying to regain my balance and trying to get my vision straight. I nearly passed out. Luckily, I didnt.. I looked up, smiled.. wiped the blood away... ushered the security away (as there was no trouble) gave Scott a big hug and told him that was the best right hook I've ever experienced and picked up my drink. Scott turned away, eventually... *BANG* sorry mate, big mistake. I landed one on him in fine style. Its all cool... BUT it happens too often. We have agreed that we need to stop before one of us gets really hurt. That done... we found ourselves asking for the manager at midday on Sunday...it went like this...
Me: Good afternoon. We were the drunken twats in here last night
Manager: I didnt see anything (laughs) what did you do?
Scott: We didnt do anything
Manager: Well thats fine then. I dont mind people playing the fool if its harmless fun.
Me: Cool. Same time next week then?
Manager: (laughs)
*whew* we werent barred. That pub is the strictest in town for behavior.
That is all for now. I'm atwork and lunch is over. Hope everyone is well... tata
Next on my agenda is my weekend of hard boozing. Why oh why...?
Scott and I like a drink, occasionally. We go to the pub and hit it hard. Then, on Saturday night, he punches me so hard in the face that all I remember is a flash of white light and the absence of sound followed by trying to regain my balance and trying to get my vision straight. I nearly passed out. Luckily, I didnt.. I looked up, smiled.. wiped the blood away... ushered the security away (as there was no trouble) gave Scott a big hug and told him that was the best right hook I've ever experienced and picked up my drink. Scott turned away, eventually... *BANG* sorry mate, big mistake. I landed one on him in fine style. Its all cool... BUT it happens too often. We have agreed that we need to stop before one of us gets really hurt. That done... we found ourselves asking for the manager at midday on Sunday...it went like this...
Me: Good afternoon. We were the drunken twats in here last night
Manager: I didnt see anything (laughs) what did you do?
Scott: We didnt do anything
Manager: Well thats fine then. I dont mind people playing the fool if its harmless fun.
Me: Cool. Same time next week then?
Manager: (laughs)
*whew* we werent barred. That pub is the strictest in town for behavior.
That is all for now. I'm atwork and lunch is over. Hope everyone is well... tata