Am I A Bastard ?

[Sharu]

good question...
don t we all have our dead bodies in the closet?
the story of the paint in the milk reminded me of a guy, who never put money in the circle, but what should I say, it ended with an empty beer bottle filled with piss...
i brought 2 pregnant rats to a supermarket and let them free, cause they pissed me off a couple of times, i was their prime suspect, they always tried to proof, that i m a thief (as we all know, rats are very "productive", so they had to close their little shop down, after a whlie for a couple of days i thought the money thei'll lose over that will be more fun, than hurting the manager real fucked up)
just 2 examples...
call me a bastard if you want, i don't regret, and to be true, if nessecary, i'll do it again and again

hf

[MaxJoker]

Originally Posted by Sharu

good question...
don t we all have our dead bodies in the closet?

Hell no


I bury them a good few miles from the house , and deep

[Pukindog]

Originally Posted by GreenSkull

Hell no


I bury them a good few miles from the house , and deep

Reminds me of SSS.

Shoot
Shovel
Shut up

[Estreeter]

Originally Posted by GreenSkull

I bury them a good few miles from the house , and deep

I bury them

I can't seem to remember you holding the shovel at all, my hands were filthy and still have dirt under my nails


Anyway, This one pretty much confirms me as a bastard.
While I was separated for 18 months or so, I withdrew from the world almost completely, but still needed something to do. One night a mate was over and told me he joined an internet dating service. My mind said "BINGO" a source of entertainment I joined 4 sites, bullshitted a lot in my profile, adding having no kids, never been married and having an extremely well known business seems too work quite well as bait Within days I'd had quite a few kisses, hits or whatever they were called on my profile page. After a few weeks I'd arranged to meet 7 of these girls if I remember rightly, but I never showed up once and never had any intention to do so

Probably just as well for them

[MaxJoker]

Originally Posted by Pukindog

Reminds me of SSS.

Shoot
Shovel
Shut up

I always thought SSS stood for Smile Salute Slaughter


No wonder the scout master had me transferred to the Russian front

[smallwoodenruler]

I was being given the run around by an insurance company - not answering a simple technical question about their Qualifying life policy. I noted down all conversations (many of them) and why they were not helpful. Eventually I got fed up and phoned up on another pretext about how to interpret tax law (Chapter 4 Part 14 ICTA 1988 or some such b*****) and that I had spotted a loophole with their policy - did they think I could make it work?

After a week I got a call from their head of Actuarial (these guys earned £200,000/$400,000 a year plus back then in the eighties) who said he had a team working on this opportunity and couldn't see how it worked.

I went through the details of my original query - quoting who had failed to answer my question - and that I was just wasting their time the same way they wasted mine.The guy was not happy (see why below) -but I did get a direct telephone number that ALWAYS answered my questions promptly after that.

I spoke to a chap who worked there a few years later and mentioned the incident - he said "That was you?! - they hate you!" apparently a team of ten actuaries had been working on nothing else for the week - costing 10x £100,000/50 = £20,000 ($40,000) or more. All with one 'phone call.

[Xexemedes]

In the late 80's I worked in a 33 bay auto shop. We had some girls who worked there as dispatchers and cashiers and most of the guys were very protective of them. Sometimes the mechanics would trade cars with each other, to keep, and that was never a problem-they all being mechanics.

One day, a not-too-well-liked mechanic, "cry-baby" he was called, traded his shit-box car (that looked cool but was all body filler and rusted components) for a very clean, well-running car owned by two young sisters who worked at the shop. They didn't ask anyone for advice, and they got taken; well their dad freaked out: he had given them that car because it was safe and in great shape!

Well "cry-baby" refused to give it back, until the girl's father threatened police action and all the other mechanics started giving him a hard time about it.

Soooooooo one evening after work, me and a few of the guys were hanging out having a few beers in the parking lot, and there was "cry-baby's" old car, now his again, sitting there while he went off to a party.

Well, I'll just say that by the morning, someone , or several someones, had torn off his windshield wipers, flattened all his tires, peed in his gas tank, and removed the drive shaft. I believe there was some keying of paint as well.

We all got questioned by security the next day, they claimed to have it all on tape, but it turns out the parking lot camera was facing the wrong way.

The managers never questioned us as they knew what had happened with the car trade, and if it wasn't for the fact that "cry-baby" had gone to the security department the managers would have let it all be settled in house.

So being a bastard to a bastard neutralizes it in my mind. Sometimes two wrongs do make a right!

[Brecht]

Were the two sisters also "grateful", Xexemedes?

[Xexemedes]

Originally Posted by Norbert84

Were the two sisters also "grateful", Xexemedes?

Ha ha ha, come to think of it I don't think anyone ever told them: so, no nums-nums for Xexemedes if that's what you're asking

[Brecht]

Yes, I was talking about nums-nums.