Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Chair-iots of Fire


I've had this computer chair for many years. The back is all bent to shit after I got pissed off playing Counter Strike and had a tantrum. I figured it was time for a new chair. As my girlfriend was wheeling it out of the house she noted "This smells like old spaghetti" This reminded me of the work chair swap...

At a previous job I dropped so much ass in my chair that it started to smell rancid. I decided I would switch the visitor chair in my office with my own. Unfortunately, people started to comment on what the smell was when they would sit down. At this point I had already done some serious damage to the chair I had swapped for anyway, so it was time for a new plan, the 'Conference Room Switcharoo'. I started to rotate my chairs with the ones in the conference room next door. I would say after about a month I would need a fresh chair. Once in a while I would be in there for a meeting and people would comment on what the smell was. I would sit there stone faced and say "Yeah, what is that?".

So, sweety, remember that day you found 5 cheddar melt wrappers? Old Spaghetti!

4 comments:

Lance's Other Nut said...

It's stories like this that keep me coming back...well, that and I enjoy your thoughts on the 'Crew.

Clown said...

I was saving this story up for a time when I didn't have a lot to post about. Kinda like the farts I saved to destroy the chairs.

I forgot to put how I ran out of conference chairs so I started taking chairs out of peoples offices...

Anonymous said...

We need to work on the "Loaded" project. Either screenplay, or book, or website of stories.

Clovis, New Mexico is a future post for this site. It had it all - heaving drinking, offers to drive heavy machinery, weapons, computer smut, yokels line dancing to Who Let the Dogs Out, crazy ranchers that know G.W. Bush, etc.

-Mr. Del Taco

Clown said...

Haha, I forgot about Clovis. I'll have to work on getting that post up. Christ, that could be a whole book.

We do need to write our loaded book. Marshman could take up half the thing.

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