everyones got that one creepy person somewhere in their life.thats just when we were kids,then we finnaly grow up,bopbopbopbopbop,... that's the sound of growing up!
even now at your job there is a freak.there is a weird guy at every jod that makes you copernicus everytime hes around.and the strange thing about it...ITS THE SAME GUY AT EVERY JOB you go to.hes there,you quit,you go to the new one and THERE HE IS AGAIN.and youre like "is that the guy from the other job? thats the guy! the scary guy! why am i talking like this in such a high voice? its rediculus. make no sence! 'sigh'." i can discribe the guy. i tell you right now i can list all the features. first of all hes not a fat guy,youd NEVER say hes fat, but he has SHAPES. hes like an amoeba, always a different consistency, he like a lavalamp kind of individual. he walks very slow,gots that perferc orb of front a** right here,WHAT IS THAT?!. ITS PERFECT! ITS LIKE HES GROWING A BOTANTICAL GARDEN WITH POTATOES ON HIS TATE!! what is that?! you want to see it...but you dont. you want to see it...but your all set. nobody talks to that guy,YOU dont talk to that guy. hes got the blueblocker glasses, you never see his eyes, hes got the pocket full of jubilly pens, just in case he has to write, A LOT. AND NOBODY TALKS TO HIM.if your in the break room with your friends, you see im come morfing out of perifeals.
second he comes in "you guys want to get the ******** out of here?want to go up on the roof and just breakdance? lets go behind the vending machine. can some one move the vending machine? move the vending machine please?!! please?!! " nobody talks to that guy. let me tell you somthing. any job i worked at, i talked to that guy.i would find him on purpose. have little chitchats with him, and be all interested, "oh and by the way heres a snickers, thats for you, peanuts, caramel put that in your mouth, enjoy that!" you know why i talk to that guy? cause that day will com when he snaps, and come into work with a sawed off shotgun , WALKS DOWN THE HALLWAY, BLAM BLAM BLAM, opens the door to my office "gasp.....'whispers' thanks for the candy!......'door closes' BLAM BLAM BLAM. you laugh now. but come monday morning im gona be like "hey markus, how was your weekend? whatd you do? i got you som pens for your crazy pocket. i know you like pens and it just so happens that i like pens too, we should talk about pens someday, ink, pens,caps, I LOVE EM- -DANE COOK THE CREEPY GUY AT WORK
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