Mailman with OCD *vid*

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That guy's route must take him all friggin day and night.

PS- I don't think someone with OCD that bad should be driving.
 
With my luck I'd be standing behind the guy waiting to drop a letter in the damn box.
 
lol...yea...ive seen that one before...id be like...wtf man...hurry up!!!...lol
 
Funny story / insight into my life:

I used to work at an arcade. Probably one of my favorite jobs. I was fired both times I worked there. Keep that in mind.

Everytime I worked I there over the course of 10 years there was this smelly guy who would walk around the arcade and "talk to himself". He wouldn't respond to you if you talked to him. He had a long beard, hawaiian shirt and shorts. Scraggly grey hair accompanied it, of course.

AFter months someone finally called the police. The police came and brought us aside to explain: This guy was a genius. He was a college professor and had two PhDs in mathematics... and he was NOT insane. He was registered as an experiment .

he was trying to see how long he could count to 5 before forgetting a number. like .. 1,2,3,4,5.. 1,2,3,4,5.... 1,2... uh.. can't remember what comes next

Anyway, he died under a pool table.
 
Funny story / insight into my life:

I used to work at an arcade. Probably one of my favorite jobs. I was fired both times I worked there. Keep that in mind.

Everytime I worked I there over the course of 10 years there was this smelly guy who would walk around the arcade and "talk to himself". He wouldn't respond to you if you talked to him. He had a long beard, hawaiian shirt and shorts. Scraggly grey hair accompanied it, of course.

AFter months someone finally called the police. The police came and brought us aside to explain: This guy was a genius. He was a college professor and had two PhDs in mathematics... and he was NOT insane. He was registered as an experiment .

he was trying to see how long he could count to 5 before forgetting a number. like .. 1,2,3,4,5.. 1,2,3,4,5.... 1,2... uh.. can't remember what comes next

Anyway, he died under a pool table.

:blink:


so how did he keep track of how many times he had counted to 5?
 
yea really...unless he had one of those axe clickers...lol...and everytime he got to 5 he clicked...
 
I now have a new definition of irony

Old definition "The only time i'm relly interested in what a woman has to say, my junk is in her mouth"
 
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