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I pulled this off of another construction BB this evening. I’m not giving the author credit because I didn’t ask his permission to cross post. I hope he shows up here to take his due credit because I think everyone here at Breaktime will see a little of themselves in at least one or maybe more of the characters portrayed.
(BTW, if you don’t want your scratchings recounted…Either copyright it or keep it off the cyberhighway).
GOOD JOB J.B. ………..
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“”The scent and smoke of the spec build basement is nauseating at 4 in the afternoon. Then the soul erosion produced by the build it fast and cheap monteage begins
to take it’s toll, a compost of greed and fear and nervous tension gripped him. What had changed? what made his mind pause from the task of soldering the joint?
Suddenly it hit him, the noise was gone, the saws had stopped, and he could not hear the cursing of Le-plumber. the realization of what was befalling him, hit him like
a sledge hammer. He bounded up the stairs. Yes ,there he was in the Mercedes sport utility vehicle ,it was Lord Contractor. Not since his days fighting the gas Nazi
had Bond found a man that was so ireprehensable too him. Lord contractor had a reputation for writing everyone a check on fridays, unfortunately many of them had
a rubbery quality to them. Blast!!! thought wet head Bond, for Leplumber already had his check in his pudgy little hands. Next to him was the 7 foot giant known
simply as “The Framer”. Lord Contractor held out a check for Bond too. As Bond reached for it he saw out of the corner of his eye Le plumber, sprinting as fast as
his short rotund legs would carry him towards his bread van. Bond spun around and with one swift movement deposited the check in his pocket and retrieved the
key fob of his gleaming black SR5 pickup from his pocket. A quick press of a button and the doors unlocked and the powerfull 24 valve engine sprang to life.
Despite being late to get the check Bond had the advantage, Leplumber was still trying to get his bread van started. The SR5 rocketed out of the development and
Bond relaxed behind the wheel as the A/C cooled his body, for he knew he would get to the bank first. While he waited for the beautiful young teller to cash the
check at the drive through Bonds sixth sense began to kick in. It had saved him many times in the past, he felt the short hairs on his neck begin to stand on end as his
eye’s scanned the parking lot. Then he saw it, the old blue Monte Carlo SS with ladder racks it was “The Framers” car. From one side stepped Lecster Le plumber
with a huge pipewrench in his hand, from the other “The Framer” arose like some huge prehistoric cro-magnum man, he held a Plaistode co2 auto feed nail gun in his
hand. Bond reached for the cash as the nails began to bounce off the building and rain concrete down on the SR5. Blast!! how could he escape…. then he saw it the
purple and orange sign of salvation across the street. He knew he could find friendly troops inside. He floored the pedal and the SR5 left two black streaks as he
shot across the parking lot.
He was feeling good about himself as strode towards the bartender. He had gambled at the Casino Specbuild and he came out on top. One look at her and he
Knew it would be good…. very, very, good her four foot wide hips gave it away….. Coffe with sugar,shaken not stirred said Bond. feeling the wad of cash in his
pocket he added ,” And a couple of Boston cremes for my friends in blue at the end of the bar” He turned to look back across the street. There stood “The
Frammer” looking confused and dejected, next to him was Lecster Le Plumber, pudgy fist raised above his head with one finger extended in a last silent act of
defiance.””
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That, my friend, is a riot! Even though I recognize myself, I'm not certain which one is me: the first to the bank or...the last.
Through all the s*** I've waded in the years, I can always take pride that I have never, not once, bounced a payroll check.
Love the smell of burning rubber headin' for the bank in the afternoon.