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<blockquote data-quote="lasher" data-source="post: 3011304" data-attributes="member: 40522"><p>my revenge for the wrist grab.</p><p></p><p>fast forward a year or so, recall the pro being a builder of great fame due to watching far too many this old house episodes. he bought a small house on a lake in Hot Springs, right on the lake. the house had been built in 1927 and sawed in half sometime in the 50's so it could be moved to the lake lot. it had several problems due to the cut in half method of moving, i.e. the halves were not level with one another, the floor and the roof differed by almost 2". we got that fixed with lots of back breaking labor and then began turning this small, very small, house into a roughly 3000 sq ft lake house.</p><p></p><p>the pro would rent this tiny kubota track hoe, by the week, and spend hours on it digging and moving tiny buckets of rock and dirt. the difference in elevation from the house and the lake was about 30 feet down a steep longish incline to the lake. while he was farting around on the track for days on end i would be doing framing work and building forms for concrete pouring.</p><p></p><p>one day in august it was africa hot and all day long he kept interrupting me with demands that i fetch this or that item, which meant a walk up the hill and back down, over and over, all day long. he finally shut down the little kubota and wanted me to fetch him a cold beer, i told him we only had 2 beers left and needed to go into hot springs for resupply, he agreed. i trudged back up the hill, and delivered his cold beer. he was standing up over the seat of the track hoe when i handed it to him. he popped the top and took a long drink, i asked how that beer tasted and he said there was no description of how good it was. i responded i was wondering how it tasted cause before i'd given it to him, back up at the house, i had rubbed my dick all over the top of the can. he gave me "i hope you burn in hell look", carefully wiped off the top of the can and polished it off. i was laughing so hard i thought i was gonna puke. revenge is best served with an ice cold beer</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="lasher, post: 3011304, member: 40522"] my revenge for the wrist grab. fast forward a year or so, recall the pro being a builder of great fame due to watching far too many this old house episodes. he bought a small house on a lake in Hot Springs, right on the lake. the house had been built in 1927 and sawed in half sometime in the 50's so it could be moved to the lake lot. it had several problems due to the cut in half method of moving, i.e. the halves were not level with one another, the floor and the roof differed by almost 2". we got that fixed with lots of back breaking labor and then began turning this small, very small, house into a roughly 3000 sq ft lake house. the pro would rent this tiny kubota track hoe, by the week, and spend hours on it digging and moving tiny buckets of rock and dirt. the difference in elevation from the house and the lake was about 30 feet down a steep longish incline to the lake. while he was farting around on the track for days on end i would be doing framing work and building forms for concrete pouring. one day in august it was africa hot and all day long he kept interrupting me with demands that i fetch this or that item, which meant a walk up the hill and back down, over and over, all day long. he finally shut down the little kubota and wanted me to fetch him a cold beer, i told him we only had 2 beers left and needed to go into hot springs for resupply, he agreed. i trudged back up the hill, and delivered his cold beer. he was standing up over the seat of the track hoe when i handed it to him. he popped the top and took a long drink, i asked how that beer tasted and he said there was no description of how good it was. i responded i was wondering how it tasted cause before i'd given it to him, back up at the house, i had rubbed my dick all over the top of the can. he gave me "i hope you burn in hell look", carefully wiped off the top of the can and polished it off. i was laughing so hard i thought i was gonna puke. revenge is best served with an ice cold beer [/QUOTE]
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