Comments on: Funny Management Stories http://www.funtasticus.com/2009/01/21/funny-management-stories/ Funtasticus.com provides the best entertainment on the web. Daily issues with jokes, humor, videos, pictures and much more! Dont miss out! Sun, 12 Feb 2012 09:13:12 +0000 hourly 1 By: Guest http://www.funtasticus.com/2009/01/21/funny-management-stories/comment-page-1/#comment-13785 Guest Wed, 21 Jan 2009 13:21:36 +0000 http://www.funtasticus.com/?p=8498#comment-13785 Son, Those were good times! I understand Uncle Leonard went on to be a fry cook for one of those rich Indian gurus in Washington state. He drives a Rolls now and had a deep fryer installed in the trunk so he can make papadams on the road for the guru. Probably still full of stag beetles and moose turds though. Fapping furiously, Guest Son,

Those were good times! I understand Uncle Leonard went on to be a fry cook for one of those rich Indian gurus in Washington state. He drives a Rolls now and had a deep fryer installed in the trunk so he can make papadams on the road for the guru. Probably still full of stag beetles and moose turds though.

Fapping furiously,

Guest

]]> By: Son Of Guest http://www.funtasticus.com/2009/01/21/funny-management-stories/comment-page-1/#comment-13781 Son Of Guest Wed, 21 Jan 2009 13:04:14 +0000 http://www.funtasticus.com/?p=8498#comment-13781 Dad, you remember uncle Leonard? He bought that Hot Pocket fast food place in Celine, Montana. The store was so small that he could hardly keep inventory let alone accommodate customers. Shipments arrived daily from the Hot Pocket warehouse: Pepperoni, squid, stag beetles, moose turd, quail and meatball. They were quite popular despite the fact that only one could go in through the front doors at a time. Well, one day I heard that they had returning couples. Evidently they had a thing for the pepperoni and blue cheese Hot Pockets and had consumed 3 or for of them already in the previous hour. They stood in a line that went around the block and down to the fire hydrant that was now the color of a lemon, and when they finally reached the door, the people behind them began to leave the line. They entered the small restaurant and their digestive systems simultaneously rebelled. The noxious fumes were immediately ignited by the microwaves and the whole building went up in flames. They finally called in the National Guard to sort everything else, but uncle Leonard again... or the couple that had the fondness for the pepperoni/blue cheese. I think there is a moral to this story as well, but I can't think of one yet. I need to take a crap now. Squid Napoleon Son Of Guest Dad, you remember uncle Leonard? He bought that Hot Pocket fast food place in Celine, Montana. The store was so small that he could hardly keep inventory let alone accommodate customers. Shipments arrived daily from the Hot Pocket warehouse: Pepperoni, squid, stag beetles, moose turd, quail and meatball. They were quite popular despite the fact that only one could go in through the front doors at a time.
Well, one day I heard that they had returning couples. Evidently they had a thing for the pepperoni and blue cheese Hot Pockets and had consumed 3 or for of them already in the previous hour. They stood in a line that went around the block and down to the fire hydrant that was now the color of a lemon, and when they finally reached the door, the people behind them began to leave the line. They entered the small restaurant and their digestive systems simultaneously rebelled. The noxious fumes were immediately ignited by the microwaves and the whole building went up in flames.
They finally called in the National Guard to sort everything else, but uncle Leonard again… or the couple that had the fondness for the pepperoni/blue cheese. I think there is a moral to this story as well, but I can’t think of one yet. I need to take a crap now.

Squid Napoleon
Son Of Guest

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