We're addicted to Full Throttle at work (coke's energy drink). The other night I got elected to go to the store and get a few of em. This guy wants a black one, other dude wants a red one, other dude said they've got new green ones and thats what he wants.
So I hurry and grab them all and the clerk bags them up. I get back to the store and the guy starts acting out a pulp fiction scene.
He said 'reach in that bag and give me my full throttle.'
'Which one is it?'
'Its the one that says Bad Mother Fucker.'
I pull out the green one and look at it. no way its called 'Bad Mother'
He said 'thats it, thats my bad motherfucker', takes it and just walks off like nothing happened.
So I hurry and grab them all and the clerk bags them up. I get back to the store and the guy starts acting out a pulp fiction scene.
He said 'reach in that bag and give me my full throttle.'
'Which one is it?'
'Its the one that says Bad Mother Fucker.'
I pull out the green one and look at it. no way its called 'Bad Mother'
He said 'thats it, thats my bad motherfucker', takes it and just walks off like nothing happened.
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