I know we're close to page 41. Let me think of a story.
WifeDead lived behind a crappy chinese restaurant in some ghetto apartments. I think they were one bedroom. If I remember right it was a living room with mattresses in it directly connected to a kitchen of sorts then a bathroom. It was basically a triangle with no walls separating the kitchen and living room.
I loved it there. There were no rules. We ghettoed out like kings there. I lived miles away so if I wanted to visit I'd take the train tracks that ran next to the bay so I wouldn't walk the highway. It was worth the 2 1/2 hour walk because we got away with murder. One time we found half a cigarette, emptied it out and put gun powder at the bottom and a short fuse then packed the tobacco back in. The we tied it to string with a note that said, 'a cigarette butt for you'. Then we taped it to someones door that was half way open. One time his sister had a note for some summer school thing and needed a number on it. She saw us scraping magnesium onto it and lighting the magnesium. She said she really needed that number so we got really good at burning everything but the number. Like I said, it was beautiful chaos. One time I flew a helicopter and landed on a boat in Vice City. WifeDead said it was impossible. I made him eat those words after I tried it 100 times.
So WifeDead was a good friend of mine and he comes to stay the night. We stay up late watching movies or video games on my computer. The morning rolls around and we're watching some shitty horror film on Sci-Fi. My dad comes home and turns out we're re doing our roof that day. He just goes into my room and says to turn the TV off and come outside. This was all a very long time ago so I just know the story. Not most of the details.
We start roofing and WifeDead didn't leave our house for two or three days. At the end my dad gave him $5 and said he also got all the soda he wanted to drink those days. My dad was a stickler with money and just punked a 16 year old kid.
The really funny part is everytime I mention WifeDead to my family, no body remembers him. My dad swears he never did that. I mention WifeDead to my brother and he thinks I'm talking about Poast. Absolutely no one remembers turning some ghetto kid living behind a chinese restaurant into a slave. My mom even gave him a ride home after it was done. I'm the only person in my family who acknowledges that WifeDead exists.
He also said I can't post the video I want.
You can't sit there and tell me not one person has a single story of being fired or quitting a job.
I'm trying to keep this thread active but I'm waiting on someone who doesn't talk to me anymore to show a video. Maybe he'll answer me here. I'm not sure if he wants his face shown.
Another quick one. It's my day off so screw it:
At our old party house, one night some chicks brought over some one time blue dye stuff for hair. So my mustache was blue. It was just something that stuck to the hair, not actually dying it. WifeDead had the brilliant idea of trying to get some of the dye stuff on his teeth and then he would walk around smiling at people and he'd have blue on his teeth because I was the only one who had any blue on him. We figured the best way to get'r'done was to pretty much make out. I forget if it worked or not but it was the most awkward make out session ever. I've never tried to shove my mustache in someones mouth before or since then.
Maybe I'm not being specific enough. Who has quitting/getting fired stories? I've got one that checks both boxes:
So I'm roofing with an old boss of mine who started his own business. I was an insured independent contractor. We were knocking roofs out the park and I was making about a grand a week. What I know now was I wasn't getting paid by the job because for two years in a row I made right around $52K. Dude turned out to be a piece of shit. But I was dumb and the money was good.
I was working on one house and it was a breeze of a job. Spring was just starting to hit, house wasn't steep, simple tear off and replace with metal. But that week I had something gnarly in my belly. I couldn't stop shitting. It would spring up instantly and I'd have to leave to go shit. One time I felt that knocking and knew I wasn't going to make it so I kicked out a hole behind the home owners garage and aimed for that. What really happened is the shit shot gunned out of my ass and some of it splattered the side of the garage. I finished up and kicked some dirt on the shit on the garage and called it good.
The next day I get a call from my boss and he's pissed. Apparently the home owners checked their garage and found the dirt encrusted shit. What he told me, I don't know if I believe it, is they were so pissed he wasn't even allowed back on the property to grab his tools or trailer or anything. He never out right said if I was fired so I was texting him every night. I remember one time he just wrote in all caps, "YOU SHIT ON SOMEONES HOUSE!!!!" He had a temper to him I was aware of.
So I'm roofing with my brother instead who owns his own roofing business. On a day off other boss calls me and says be over here if you want to work. I ask what I'll be doing and he says running panels. That means I'll just be on the ground helping make the sheets of metal that will go on the roof. The boss had just hired his best friend who hated me. I show up and boss and his best friend aren't there. Just a guy who fell four stories from a roof and the other guy who was prone to stabbing people. They tell me I'm supposed to dry in the house. I'm not dressed for that and it's kinda steep. An 8/12 which I hate. So I started drying in before my brain clicks on. With boss's temper and ability to hold a grudge there's no way I'm not paying for my literal shit. It's raining out and I hop in my truck and text him, "I quit. It's been emotional."
Since I was an independent contractor he didn't have to pay me for five days of work which sucked. All because I had a rumbly in my tumbly.
I was a wee lad in high school when I was shown Totse. Before that I was shown AngryMonkeyLove forums. Still have the shirt WifeDead made for Convict that he gave away from his site. Totse days I was just a retard. Didn't even know what a spammer was.
Then everyone moved to Zoklet after high school because Totse got shut down. That's when Poast showed me how to be not only be an asshole in real life, but a bigger asshole online. One time I made a bunch of fast food named accounts and saved them. The hamburglar, Ronald Macdonald, and a bunch of others. So with an old loser buddy of mine we started spamming. Probably that large image of spam that would would take up half the page. We got banned six times and took a smoke break. We came back in to a mod post saying he finally dealt with us. Nope. I had more accounts and we posted in the thread under other names from fast food I forget now posting, "Glad that's over. That was getting annoying."
So when I finally got banned by my IP or what ever I tried to make another account. But they would get banned immediatly everytime before I even posted. I finally was over it and tried the user name OMGPLZDNTBAN. It didn't get banned. Well howdy doody.
I ran with it getting banned for no reason once and trying to get Fish into Zoklet court with Harvey Dent as my attourney. He never responded but he knew what was up. So Poast tells me about this shit hole of a site thousands of miles away and even more years later. I stuck with the name. I didn't post for a while and lost my pass word. I I Make OMGPLZUNBAN and ask mods to release my original account. Who wants that shitty of a name? Only one faggot would claim that. No go.
Moral of the story is, if you want to be taken seriously, use a DNT in your name. I don't know if it has to be capitalized but it didn't hurt.
I hate my life so much. Ill live stream it once my parents die. What's a goos site for that?
Holy fuck balls! Page 40!
Everyone, Poast is sick. Please change your facebook profiles to a guy sucking dick and post hopes and prayers.
#Don'tDiePoast
