And stacked up.
Oooo! But what are you going to do to me onsite, Big Boy? *batting eyelashes*
Me first! I want a fork-lift ride!
We have a forklift, and we’re not afraid to use it.
And they’ll do it through your windows
Here lies the hubcap of the last car to occupy this spot.
Sounds forked up.
It’s great for people who need a lift.
I declare this pun better than the one right above it.
we should have had this sign at the steel mill I worked at. Our primary melting scrap was chopped up car bits!!!
I’d love to do that! Just to see the expression on the owners face as I go trundling by with their car on my forks!
I’ve seen that happen before at airports in Pakistan.
“He TRIIIIIIIIIIIIED to kill me with a forkliiiiiiiift…”
now strap in tight…
lets get set for action…
now launch the ship…
out from the sand…
HE TRIED TO KILL ME WITH A FORKLIFT!
This is the song
written for the train chase.
This is the chase,
Rocky and Ken!
HE TRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIED TO KILL ME WITH A FORKLIFT!
I’m tempted to park there just to see how long it takes them to get a fork lift out there.
I want a ride!!!!
Where I used to work, I understand there was an installer who came in earlier than anyone else, got his work done fast, and left earlier than anyone else. (Since installers got paid for piece work and not by the hour, this was his prerogative.) However, he always parked in an area that truckers needed to use so they could back their trucks into the door. One day, the supervisor got fed up with this and forklifted the installer’s car, and placed it sideways between two of the slowest employees in the company. The installer, naturally, was furious; when he was finished with his installs, he had to wait until everybody else in the company had left before he himself could leave.
Karma’s a bitch, huh?
The Strongbadia of 2050.
Title definitely should have been “That’s One (Oddly Specific) Way of Doing It”.
Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:
You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change )
You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change )
Connecting to %s
Notify me of new comments via email.
Notify me of new posts via email.