What I saw on my way to work....

So I'm driving along, singing a song, and I pass by a garage sale. Or, I guess in this case, a trailer sale, because I'm pretty sure (on pretty sure) that trailers do not have garage's. And being that it could be a yard sale, but there was no sign I will make a joke out of this, and say "What would you call a garage sale if it was being held at a trailer...on the side of the road?" I figure, one could call it a yard sale, but that's too easy. What I would like to know is how they fit this gigantic table they had outside, inside that teenie-weenie trailer. Craziness.

Work mishap.

So...

This kid walks by with his grandfather. He could've been like 20+, and he's kind of large...(you can see his stomach under the bottom of his shirt) and was wearing a pair of black and white leopard print MC Hammer pants, with a Billy Ray Cyrus shirt, a Nascar Hat, and he had one of those little tails that people used to make with their hair...10 years ago.  

This is just another reason why I hate people. I told Justin that if he was a kid with Downs Syndrome I would've clearly understood the Billy Ray Cyrus shirt, and the MC Hammer pants, but...the tail? Even Corky knows better than to have a tail. That was so 1991. 

This is why I hate rednecks, their pickup trucks, and they fucking overall stupidity.

Because they get drunk and drive their pickup trucks into trees and die. If only the Redneck problem were this easily eradicated.

Rednecks are stupid as fuck.

First of all this is a conversation I had with a guy today over a microphone that we had on the shelf, but no longer carry. Therefore, the box was thrown away, and I had no quantity, therefore I couldn't sell it.

Customer: So, if I buy this one, what can you do for me?
JD: I can't do anything for you. I'm not allowed to sell this.
Customer: What if I buy this one-here, can you do anything for me?
JD: Sir, I can't change the price of anything for you.
Customer: I'll take this one, can I get the windshield for free.
JD: No you can't.
Customer: Why not?
JD: Because I can't give you anything, or change the price of anything.
Customer: I'm not shopping at this anymore.
JD: I don't care, suit yourself.

Now, I didn't do it word for word, because this guy was so tanked it made a kid with downsyndrome look intelligent and chipper. For example, his second line went kind of like this: "Whatifibuysthisone, cunigitsomethin'fo'free?" and I was flabbergasted that this guys friend who was drunk on sobriety, would let this assjockey leave the house.

Bah. Fucking asshole.

JD