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minnesmoker

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The other day, my boss said my coworkers like me, and are my "friend." This confused me, and he could tell, but he left it. Here's the confusion: Aside from the boss lady, and on occasion a little bit here, I've NEVER confided in anyone. I never felt the need to. When something goes wrong, I grab my phone, so I can find the right person to help fix the problem. I don't need a buddy to tell me I'm in the shit, I need a person to answer at the other end and let me know that Mr. Wolf is coming.

I've always felt uncomfortable with "good job" or "nice work." Anything said with that inflection of sincere appreciation, an emotional compliment. I didn't do the work with emotion, so it confuses me. I also don't understand pranks. Because of MOTIVE, it's ok for someone to fuck with me? And, because my motive is not of a jovial nature, my fucking with them back is bad? To wit: idiots leaving shit in my trucks, I put it in their car -- obviously, they wanted to keep it, or they'd have thrown it out, right? Not so! I get a lecture. Then, my truck is tampered with, stupid shit, but shit that makes my day go a bit slower. Boss tells me I'm minding my truck a bit too much, I tell him I'm un-fucking it up. He laughs, and says "they're just playing pranks." I told him I don't understand pranks, it's still malicious, and the sub motive must therefore be malicious, he argues that I'm over thinking it.

A good bit of it comes from a very strict RC upbringing. A lot of guilt I was supposed to feel, but never did. I was told that I shouldn't sin because Jesus died for my sins. I said "Than I SHOULD sin, or he died for nothing." I was told that "New sins make them punish him, more." I said "That's not true, that's in the past." They said "For God, anything's possible." I said "Well, if God wants to hurt himself more, for my sinning, he must like it." Leather belt shut me up. (I clearly recall this one, I was in 2nd grade, and was very articulate. It was over summer holiday, I was about halfway through William Shakespeare's collective works and had taken a break to read Crime and Punishment.)
 

slowbus

New Member
^^^^ cover/soak a red rag in brake cleaner.Toss it on the drivers seat and wait n see if the drivers ass is burning by the end of the day.A couple extra springs on a linkage or two or a tuna sammy hiden in the cab might stop people from playing with your ride.
Or my fav,a grease filled doughnut.Empty jelly,insert grease leave by the coffee pot........
 

beuffer420

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^^^^ cover/soak a red rag in brake cleaner.Toss it on the drivers seat and wait n see if the drivers ass is burning by the end of the day.A couple extra springs on a linkage or two or a tuna sammy hiden in the cab might stop people from playing with your ride.
Or my fav,a grease filled doughnut.Empty jelly,insert grease leave by the coffee pot........
lmao! I would be soooooo pissed if I bit into a doughnut with grease in it!
 

420God

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Hunter putting out bait found a body on a friend's property yesterday.

Guess it was there for a couple months. Looked to be an older guy with a bicycle nearby.

Doesn't sound like fowl play just yet.
 

Indagrow

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yeah thats not good poking, they gotta be face down and bloated for a good poke.. just follow "stand by me" protocol
 

match box

Well-Known Member
Hello everyone I haven't been around for awhile. My house didn't work out so I'm still staying with a friend. It's should have been done by Sept but it may take till April 24th 2014. No real reason just because she can drags it out that long.
i picked up some Girl Scout cookie and some agent orange both damn goos smoke.
now that I can come on here with my iPad ill be back more often. You all have a great weekend.
 

MojoRison

Well-Known Member
The other day, my boss said my coworkers like me, and are my "friend." This confused me, and he could tell, but he left it. Here's the confusion: Aside from the boss lady, and on occasion a little bit here, I've NEVER confided in anyone. I never felt the need to. When something goes wrong, I grab my phone, so I can find the right person to help fix the problem. I don't need a buddy to tell me I'm in the shit, I need a person to answer at the other end and let me know that Mr. Wolf is coming.

I've always felt uncomfortable with "good job" or "nice work." Anything said with that inflection of sincere appreciation, an emotional compliment. I didn't do the work with emotion, so it confuses me. I also don't understand pranks. Because of MOTIVE, it's ok for someone to fuck with me? And, because my motive is not of a jovial nature, my fucking with them back is bad? To wit: idiots leaving shit in my trucks, I put it in their car -- obviously, they wanted to keep it, or they'd have thrown it out, right? Not so! I get a lecture. Then, my truck is tampered with, stupid shit, but shit that makes my day go a bit slower. Boss tells me I'm minding my truck a bit too much, I tell him I'm un-fucking it up. He laughs, and says "they're just playing pranks." I told him I don't understand pranks, it's still malicious, and the sub motive must therefore be malicious, he argues that I'm over thinking it.

A good bit of it comes from a very strict RC upbringing. A lot of guilt I was supposed to feel, but never did. I was told that I shouldn't sin because Jesus died for my sins. I said "Than I SHOULD sin, or he died for nothing." I was told that "New sins make them punish him, more." I said "That's not true, that's in the past." They said "For God, anything's possible." I said "Well, if God wants to hurt himself more, for my sinning, he must like it." Leather belt shut me up. (I clearly recall this one, I was in 2nd grade, and was very articulate. It was over summer holiday, I was about halfway through William Shakespeare's collective works and had taken a break to read Crime and Punishment.)
You have a job to do and you do it right the first time. You have no time for idle chit chat and it gets your johnson in a knot when others insist you work like them, at their pace. Logic prevails and dogged attempts be damned, I've got the skills so sit back and watch as I handle it with care, while I give you the thousand yard stare.
 

hempyninja309

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Pretty sure the bank knew I was coming because they where conveniently out of lollipops. Plus I looked like a complete fool I was trying to set up my blackberry to have online banking and was ripped when I went up to the teller and just so happens my little rolly mouse pad on my black berry is stuck. So I frantically am trying to get it to work for a couple minutes and finally give up. Lets not even talk about the DMV Lol.
 

beuffer420

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Pretty sure the bank knew I was coming because they where conveniently out of lollipops. Plus I looked like a complete fool I was trying to set up my blackberry to have online banking and was ripped when I went up to the teller and just so happens my little rolly mouse pad on my black berry is stuck. So I frantically am trying to get it to work for a couple minutes and finally give up. Lets not even talk about the DMV Lol.
Days at DMV are never a fun time!
 

curious2garden

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The other day, my boss said my coworkers like me, and are my "friend." This confused me, and he could tell, but he left it. Here's the confusion: Aside from the boss lady, and on occasion a little bit here, I've NEVER confided in anyone. I never felt the need to. When something goes wrong, I grab my phone, so I can find the right person to help fix the problem. I don't need a buddy to tell me I'm in the shit, I need a person to answer at the other end and let me know that Mr. Wolf is coming.

I've always felt uncomfortable with "good job" or "nice work." Anything said with that inflection of sincere appreciation, an emotional compliment. I didn't do the work with emotion, so it confuses me. I also don't understand pranks. Because of MOTIVE, it's ok for someone to fuck with me? And, because my motive is not of a jovial nature, my fucking with them back is bad? To wit: idiots leaving shit in my trucks, I put it in their car -- obviously, they wanted to keep it, or they'd have thrown it out, right? Not so! I get a lecture. Then, my truck is tampered with, stupid shit, but shit that makes my day go a bit slower. Boss tells me I'm minding my truck a bit too much, I tell him I'm un-fucking it up. He laughs, and says "they're just playing pranks." I told him I don't understand pranks, it's still malicious, and the sub motive must therefore be malicious, he argues that I'm over thinking it.

A good bit of it comes from a very strict RC upbringing. A lot of guilt I was supposed to feel, but never did. I was told that I shouldn't sin because Jesus died for my sins. I said "Than I SHOULD sin, or he died for nothing." I was told that "New sins make them punish him, more." I said "That's not true, that's in the past." They said "For God, anything's possible." I said "Well, if God wants to hurt himself more, for my sinning, he must like it." Leather belt shut me up. (I clearly recall this one, I was in 2nd grade, and was very articulate. It was over summer holiday, I was about halfway through William Shakespeare's collective works and had taken a break to read Crime and Punishment.)
To succeed you could change the game. I look at the reason I am engaging in a behavior. Work is simple, earn money. I have no 'friends' at work. I have peers and co-workers period. If you help me, I help you. If you impede me, I impede you. Simple, elegant, no hassle. I do not care who understands me or if I understand them. Everything else is just game I don't understand so I do what I understand, my job as flawlessly as humanly possible.

I am employed because of my skill, and inspite of my social skills.
 

Flaming Pie

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A good bit of it comes from a very strict RC upbringing. A lot of guilt I was supposed to feel, but never did. I was told that I shouldn't sin because Jesus died for my sins. I said "Than I SHOULD sin, or he died for nothing." I was told that "New sins make them punish him, more." I said "That's not true, that's in the past." They said "For God, anything's possible." I said "Well, if God wants to hurt himself more, for my sinning, he must like it." Leather belt shut me up. (I clearly recall this one, I was in 2nd grade, and was very articulate. It was over summer holiday, I was about halfway through William Shakespeare's collective works and had taken a break to read Crime and Punishment.)
That's fucked up right there. They lie to you and then punish you for questioning the lie.

I mean you saying that you should sin more is the wrong thing to take away from the story, but they lie (a sin) to get you to stop sinning???

Makes no fucking sense.
 
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