raulbnuttz

Oh man, these work days are getting better and better. Today, I didn't even break a sweat, at a construction site! . So, I had assloads of time to jt down in a little notebook what you're about to read. I swear to shit I did. Ok, so today they had me working with this dude who looked like a black Mr. Magoo with a beanie barely on his head like:
He was also rockin' the shirt, but his was grey. (At least it was when I saw it) So, anyways this dude had a mad Island accent, so I was staring at him while he was talking like he was : this guy.

So from what I understood of what he said; he didn't need me to do much, so that rocked. I just hung around listening to MP3's and shit, watching him do all the work and smoke his:

So, I stroke up a little conversation and asked how long he had been doing "sheetrock" to which he replied, "Bafoor you war barn!" WTF(1963 btw)

Well, in conclusion, nothing's better than listening to mexicans and islanders talking about pussy!!!

I'm of to stellartrane's house to act a complete ass!!!