4:55 pm
If you are looking for a job, sprint has an opening in their useless asshole department that Sierra vacated with his recent demise. Good luck, although you may need a lobotomy to get the job. I am pretty sure it is requisite to a position with them.
People are so gullible, or at least Sierra was. The Rage had been dreaming of the upcoming face punch for a couple of days so he was locked and loaded but how to get Sierra to open the door. I knocked. Ok, it wasn’t that easy, but when he opened the door a crack, I had a plate of brownies and a letter sitting on top of it. I told him that I moved in a block over and a piece of his mail was mistakenly delivered to me and I wanted to introduce myself so I carried a plate of brownies over. Sierra still looked a little skeptical so I added that I thought the letter looked like it had some sort of check in it. That did it, greed, deadly sin #1. The door opened and WHAM! Right in the kisser. Down goes Sierra. We enjoyed that so much that we ate a brownie, ok 3, and waited for Sierra to come to and the Rage hit him right smack in the face again. He remembered that he worked for sprint.
I will share this only once, if the Rage is on his way to get a Blizzard from DQ, stay the fuck out of his way! Sierra got off easy.
We loaded his worthless ass into the transport and headed to the Chateau. I wonder if there is a shuffleboard tournament going on today? Not likely, I think the Rage broke all the push sticks over someone’s head, I just can’t remember who’s.
Sierra was in no mood for shuffleboard anyway, he was more interested in what the Rage was playing with that had that high pitch noise like a dentist’s drill. Welcome to the Dremel son, choose your attachment. We chose for him and then chose again and again…. I shouldn’t have spent the money on the extra attachments, 3 would have sufficed. The Rage used them all. In the end, he was writing prose on Sierra’s chest with one of the attachments. When I say prose, I read “parting is such sweet sorrow” right before he dismembered him. I will say that the Rage enjoyed the rolling pin enema far more than Sierra did.
The Rage is now a fledgling mason. We found a building that they had just poured the foundation at the end of the day to allow it to set up over night. We went in after dark and Sierra wrote his initials in the cement…..from underneath it, and the Rage smoothed it right back into place. Not even one little line in the concrete.