well fuck me. guess its my turn now.
long while back (1994) i was just out of highschool and in a part time job working at a local office supply store.
made friends with this one dude, and together we were pretty much the two comedians of the whole crew.
we would feed off each others jokes and pretty much fuck around and do whatever we wanted. i.e. smoke weed in the back, punk the customers,
fuck with the girls on shift etc etc.
one day, (and as luck would have it, AFTER we sniffed a teener of coke to the head and smoked a quarter ounce of bud)
these 4 arab-indian looking gentlemen walked into the store. (it my buddies job to greet each customer as they walked in)
i was walking up to the front of the store whe i saw him put his apron on his head like a turban, and he walked up to each of the smelly, white-bearded guys with turbans on their head and proclaimed in his loud "apoo from the quickie mart" voice:
"YES MY FRIEND THIS IS TO BE GOOD FUCKING BUSINESS!!! OH THE FOUR BROTHERS HAVE RETURNED FROM THEIR JOURNEY TO THE MOTHER LAND, QUICK ABOO, POINT ME TO THE EAST SO THAT I MAY PRAY, MAY I BORROW YOUR TURBAN AS MY RUG?!!!! LET US ALL GATHER ROUND AND PICTURE TAKE"
or something to that effect....
(my buddy is mexican so he looks the part)
the next thing i know he is doing a group hug, in the front door of the store with 4 pakastinki guys talking about how
"MY UNCLE SHADRACK HAS FIRED ME FROM THE QUICKIE MART DUE TO THE FACT THAT 4 MR. BLACKMEN CAME INTO THE
STORE AND GOT GREASY CHICKEN FINGER PRINTS ALL OVER THE COUNTER AND I HAD TO BUST A CAP IN THEIR ASSES"
by this time me and the rest of the guys working were rolling on the floor pissing out pants....
and from then on, my buddy was Karnash and i was Pimp Daddy Punjab.
so in choosing a name, karnash stuck with me.
if there is a moral to this story.....i think it would be stay away from drugs, or if you hire teenagers, test them for drugs because they will
fuck with you and your customers...
b.t.w. life was ALOT more interesting and fun when i was in my "drugged" out phase back in 92-96....
now, nothing really crazy happens any more....i feel like a 60's band after they sobered up.
So, i guess the real moral of the story is, Drugs will fuck you up.
but they sure as hell make life alot more fun and interesting.....
long while back (1994) i was just out of highschool and in a part time job working at a local office supply store.
made friends with this one dude, and together we were pretty much the two comedians of the whole crew.
we would feed off each others jokes and pretty much fuck around and do whatever we wanted. i.e. smoke weed in the back, punk the customers,
fuck with the girls on shift etc etc.
one day, (and as luck would have it, AFTER we sniffed a teener of coke to the head and smoked a quarter ounce of bud)
these 4 arab-indian looking gentlemen walked into the store. (it my buddies job to greet each customer as they walked in)
i was walking up to the front of the store whe i saw him put his apron on his head like a turban, and he walked up to each of the smelly, white-bearded guys with turbans on their head and proclaimed in his loud "apoo from the quickie mart" voice:
"YES MY FRIEND THIS IS TO BE GOOD FUCKING BUSINESS!!! OH THE FOUR BROTHERS HAVE RETURNED FROM THEIR JOURNEY TO THE MOTHER LAND, QUICK ABOO, POINT ME TO THE EAST SO THAT I MAY PRAY, MAY I BORROW YOUR TURBAN AS MY RUG?!!!! LET US ALL GATHER ROUND AND PICTURE TAKE"
or something to that effect....
(my buddy is mexican so he looks the part)
the next thing i know he is doing a group hug, in the front door of the store with 4 pakastinki guys talking about how
"MY UNCLE SHADRACK HAS FIRED ME FROM THE QUICKIE MART DUE TO THE FACT THAT 4 MR. BLACKMEN CAME INTO THE
STORE AND GOT GREASY CHICKEN FINGER PRINTS ALL OVER THE COUNTER AND I HAD TO BUST A CAP IN THEIR ASSES"
by this time me and the rest of the guys working were rolling on the floor pissing out pants....
and from then on, my buddy was Karnash and i was Pimp Daddy Punjab.
so in choosing a name, karnash stuck with me.
if there is a moral to this story.....i think it would be stay away from drugs, or if you hire teenagers, test them for drugs because they will
fuck with you and your customers...
b.t.w. life was ALOT more interesting and fun when i was in my "drugged" out phase back in 92-96....
now, nothing really crazy happens any more....i feel like a 60's band after they sobered up.
So, i guess the real moral of the story is, Drugs will fuck you up.
but they sure as hell make life alot more fun and interesting.....
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