The Hole In The Wall
We tried that, we then discovered that there was very little we can do to grass to annoy people with. And as it is natural in any human being, we try to do things we are good at. And believe me, we ARE very good at annoying EVERYONE. We might not live in a democratic country, but we are most definitely are democratic in our behavior towards each other. We really have no choice, as this crew consists of many different nationalities, different religions, different creeds, different colours, different sizes – especially in the brains. One of our doctor friends mentioned a while back that he could probably fit the combined brain power of this whole team in a 22 Hornet case! That was not very kind of him, of course, as all we did was try to get him to practice with our 577 Tyrannosaur for his upcoming hunting trip to Africa. All he did was dislocated his thump, bruised his shoulder and his nose looked a bit off center, not to mention the pint or so of blood that came pouring out of his mouth after he fired our rifle. We even offered to lend him the rifle to take hunting with him, and provide him with all the ammo he might need, all free of charge. But I am afraid all our efforts came to nothing. He decided it might be better for him to stick to playing golf. We then offered to make him a custom made gold club, as he mentioned that his handicap was improving quite well, until he fired our rifle, and then it started getting worse. Apparently his golfing partners are making quite a few snide remarks about his game now. He declined our offer, but I will not mention his exact words of what he thought we should do with our golf club, as this is a family oriented site.
of us is a specialist in any field. This makes life quite interesting any time a
new job comes up, as everyone wants to do it. This happens to all jobs except
triggers. Walter is our undisputed genius when it comes to triggers, and we tend
to leave them to him. Problem is, this has got into his rather thick head, and
he used every opportunity to ram this point down our throats.
was just cocking the bolt, adjusting the trigger, and trying to get it to the
right weight. The rifles muzzle was pointing to a brick wall about 3 feet
away. We decided that we have a perfect opportunity to get him going, so one
of us went outside, and called Walter on his cell phone. Walter went over to
answer the phone call in the next room. We then loaded a life round into the
chamber of the rifle and waited for Walter to come back. It did not take him
long to return, as it was a WRONG number! We all stood there with our fingers
in our ears as far away as we could. Walter cocked the bolt and pulled the
trigger! The rifle went off, flew out of the vice and landed at his feet. He
did not say a word! He just walked past all of us, got into his car and drove
away. We never saw him for a whole week! Eventually we all had to go and
apologize for this. As no one would admit to being the culprit. It would not
have made any difference anyway, as he was REALLY MAD at all of us.
Last updated 11 May 2000