Moo
17-12-2004, 04:29 AM
It's pretty funny.... and i geuss that its prolly more to do with most peeps on this forum are nerds from this area, while this other forum is peeps from all over the place.
Lifted from another forum i spa.....er, frequent:
Drunken, rambling Insane-person LJ (just realised, not at al relevant, fuck it)
Tomas 12/16/04, 08:46
I have a pal, his name is Mike. He is totally deadly, and i love him to bits. He's a bit of an airhead
though, and also a bit young and naive.
He lost his job in Dublin for getting woefully STONED like a MOTHERFUCKER in work, and as he sat at
the table for guests puffing on a great big carrot of a joint, our boss walked in fired him.
so, he went to Meath. He got a job in a club, he worked one night, and the club closed down, (I am dead
serious) he has never told me what happened, but what he did next makes me REALLY want to know
what it was.
He got a job, as a night security gaurd, in an Insane asylum in Meath. He was the desk jockey, he sits at
the reception, he does nothing but watch the hall CCTV displays and call someone else if the patients
got too rowdy.
On his FIRST FUCKING NIGHT, he sat there, and an old woman came up to him at the desk.
"You've got to help me" she said, "I came to visit my brother, but god almighty, I just saw him climbing
out a window at the side of the building, he's legging it down the road!"
He was understandably concerned! His FIRST night, on the job, and some nutter already escaped. he
grabbed his torch and legged it out onto the road, and ran up and down it looking for the guy. He saw
nothing, and realised he needed to know what way the guy had run off to. So he want back to ask the
woman.
He got as far as the gate, and he saw THE FUCKING WOMAN was legging it down the other street, SHE
WAS A BLOODY INMATE! so he ran inside, grabbed the phone to call someone, but then he realised she
would get away, so he stareted chasing her! he fucking LEGGED it after her, dying from running too
much, and ended up a quarter mile away before he realised he had no clue where she had gone.
so, he decided to go back and call his boss. surely the guy would understand, she was probably known
for pulling stunts like this.
He gets back to the asylum, and see's the entire fucking driveway is full of patients, some are LEGGING
IT away like Linford fucking christy, some are strolling around enjoying the night sky. some are trying
to start fucking. there are around 30 people out there, and they are heading in all directions. He has no
idea what to do. There is no way they are going to go back inside. He has the number only of his boss,
he has been there only one day.
he went in, changed to his normal clothes. locked the doors, and left the keys in the postbox. He got
the 6am train to Dublin, and went to Amsterdam with Ryanair.
Lifted from another forum i spa.....er, frequent:
Drunken, rambling Insane-person LJ (just realised, not at al relevant, fuck it)
Tomas 12/16/04, 08:46
I have a pal, his name is Mike. He is totally deadly, and i love him to bits. He's a bit of an airhead
though, and also a bit young and naive.
He lost his job in Dublin for getting woefully STONED like a MOTHERFUCKER in work, and as he sat at
the table for guests puffing on a great big carrot of a joint, our boss walked in fired him.
so, he went to Meath. He got a job in a club, he worked one night, and the club closed down, (I am dead
serious) he has never told me what happened, but what he did next makes me REALLY want to know
what it was.
He got a job, as a night security gaurd, in an Insane asylum in Meath. He was the desk jockey, he sits at
the reception, he does nothing but watch the hall CCTV displays and call someone else if the patients
got too rowdy.
On his FIRST FUCKING NIGHT, he sat there, and an old woman came up to him at the desk.
"You've got to help me" she said, "I came to visit my brother, but god almighty, I just saw him climbing
out a window at the side of the building, he's legging it down the road!"
He was understandably concerned! His FIRST night, on the job, and some nutter already escaped. he
grabbed his torch and legged it out onto the road, and ran up and down it looking for the guy. He saw
nothing, and realised he needed to know what way the guy had run off to. So he want back to ask the
woman.
He got as far as the gate, and he saw THE FUCKING WOMAN was legging it down the other street, SHE
WAS A BLOODY INMATE! so he ran inside, grabbed the phone to call someone, but then he realised she
would get away, so he stareted chasing her! he fucking LEGGED it after her, dying from running too
much, and ended up a quarter mile away before he realised he had no clue where she had gone.
so, he decided to go back and call his boss. surely the guy would understand, she was probably known
for pulling stunts like this.
He gets back to the asylum, and see's the entire fucking driveway is full of patients, some are LEGGING
IT away like Linford fucking christy, some are strolling around enjoying the night sky. some are trying
to start fucking. there are around 30 people out there, and they are heading in all directions. He has no
idea what to do. There is no way they are going to go back inside. He has the number only of his boss,
he has been there only one day.
he went in, changed to his normal clothes. locked the doors, and left the keys in the postbox. He got
the 6am train to Dublin, and went to Amsterdam with Ryanair.