GSM: "Hey Billy-Bob, come over here & let me take a coupla nice shots of you with this Camarrah for the website."
BILLY-BOB: "OK, heh-heh, that's cool - why not? Hey, Jason, watch this, I'm gonna flip him off as soon as he takes the shot - that'll kiyyyk ASSS, wonnit?"
GSM: **Snappitty-snippity-snap*** "Got it! Thanks! We're done."
BILLY-BOB: "What? Hey waitaminnit! I was jest f*ckin' around - didn't you see I flipped you off in that shot?"
GSM: "Yeppers, and I got it... gonna post it today, too - been hating you since you started and now I got an excuse to fire your sorry ass."
BILLY-BOB: "WHAT??? Hey, man, that is NOT cool!"
GSM: "It's not cool? Is it 'not-cooler' than you showing up a half-hour late for sales meetings, just because you're boinking the owner's daughter and so you think you can get away with it?"
BILLY-BOB: "Uhhh..."
GSM: "Is it 'not-cooler' than me having to walk you through all of your deals because you've been here for six months now, and you still don't know how to work a four-square?"
BILLY-BOB: "Ummm... Uhhh..."
GSM: "So, here's how this sh*t's gonna work.... I'm gonna post that pic on our website, and the dealership's gonna get about a thousand callers complaining about it, and I'm gonna say to the boss: 'Oh, I am SOOOooo sorry about that, I really didn't even notice it - I never even thought Billy-Bob would ever do anything like that, so I didn't really even check those photos out, and I take full responsibility, since I should have caught it, I really shoulda - so if you feel you need to let me go, I understand.' - but he's not gonna let me go, he's gonna tell me to let YOU go, since you're the dickhead flipping off all our customers on our website, get it? Got it? Good. Then you can go to work in Tulsa or Little Rock or some sh*thole place like that - I don't give a flying f*ck."
BILLY-BOB: "God-Dayum, Man!"
GSM: "Yep, so man-up & gimme the owners' daughter's phone number before you go, OK?"
I think we have witnessed something rare: what happens when someone in a midlife-crisis leaves the state of denial. I can only imagine my response would be similar.
Because one minute you're cleaning out the wreckage of your 401K to buy the new version of your favorite teenage toy.
Then you go to pick it up... and realize the wheels are a match for your hair. And its spare tire weighs less than yours.
08/27/09
BILLY-BOB: "OK, heh-heh, that's cool - why not? Hey, Jason, watch this, I'm gonna flip him off as soon as he takes the shot - that'll kiyyyk ASSS, wonnit?"
GSM: **Snappitty-snippity-snap*** "Got it! Thanks! We're done."
BILLY-BOB: "What? Hey waitaminnit! I was jest f*ckin' around - didn't you see I flipped you off in that shot?"
GSM: "Yeppers, and I got it... gonna post it today, too - been hating you since you started and now I got an excuse to fire your sorry ass."
BILLY-BOB: "WHAT??? Hey, man, that is NOT cool!"
GSM: "It's not cool? Is it 'not-cooler' than you showing up a half-hour late for sales meetings, just because you're boinking the owner's daughter and so you think you can get away with it?"
BILLY-BOB: "Uhhh..."
GSM: "Is it 'not-cooler' than me having to walk you through all of your deals because you've been here for six months now, and you still don't know how to work a four-square?"
BILLY-BOB: "Ummm... Uhhh..."
GSM: "So, here's how this sh*t's gonna work.... I'm gonna post that pic on our website, and the dealership's gonna get about a thousand callers complaining about it, and I'm gonna say to the boss: 'Oh, I am SOOOooo sorry about that, I really didn't even notice it - I never even thought Billy-Bob would ever do anything like that, so I didn't really even check those photos out, and I take full responsibility, since I should have caught it, I really shoulda - so if you feel you need to let me go, I understand.' - but he's not gonna let me go, he's gonna tell me to let YOU go, since you're the dickhead flipping off all our customers on our website, get it? Got it? Good. Then you can go to work in Tulsa or Little Rock or some sh*thole place like that - I don't give a flying f*ck."
BILLY-BOB: "God-Dayum, Man!"
GSM: "Yep, so man-up & gimme the owners' daughter's phone number before you go, OK?"
08/26/09
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08/26/09
Bob: I did too!
Neil: Prove it!
Bob: Smell my finger.
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08/26/09
Ash already made a comment similar to this and I overlooked it. It won't let me erase my comment.
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08/26/09
This is what they call in the biz, the Lutz "One-Finger Salute".
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08/26/09
I do like that blue though.
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08/26/09
Because one minute you're cleaning out the wreckage of your 401K to buy the new version of your favorite teenage toy.
Then you go to pick it up... and realize the wheels are a match for your hair. And its spare tire weighs less than yours.