Just found an unopened Easter egg in one of the couches. Got a dollar and a couple snickers.
I had that happen once, but it wasn't as pleasant.
Back in the day when I was working for the moving company, I was working with a 300 lb Indian guy name Ray. He was notorious for going into peoples house while we were moving them, going into a bathroom and taking a nuclear grade, beer and greasy truck stop food fuel shit that would leave fumes potent enough to strip the varnish off of the dining room table. Home owners were mortified, especially if it was a home they were moving into. Whole floors would be off limits until after the fog rolled out. His beer farts could literally evacuate everyone out of the 48 foot semi trailer, yet he would stand in the cloud of toxic gasses laughing his now rotting ass off and swear it wasn't him. He also liked to drop ass while carrying a big piece with another guy. He always set it up so he was walking backwards and you would have to walk through his cropdustings all the way to the truck
Anyway, it was late summer or early fall and we were on this job and we were loading up furniture out of some family's living room. We picked up a couch and as we were heading out of the room, I started to smell rancid rotten ass as we walked out. I cursed Ray out as we put the couch in the truck, and he did his "wasnt me" routine and we walked back into the house.
The smell in the room hit me in the face like I talked shit about Dimebag. Ray got 3 steps into the room and ran out quicker than you would ever believe a guy that big could move while calling me a "rotten ass mother fucker!" We went out to the truck to wait for the smell to clear while we argued about who had cancer ass. 15 minutes later, and not only has the smell not gone away, its gotten stronger. We came to the conclusion that the smell wasn't toxic ass vapor, so we went to go see what the fuck was going on. It turns out that hiding behind one of the couch legs was an unfound Easter egg that had gotten stepped on when we picked up the couch.
It was the second worst smell I ever encountered on that job.
Just talked to a booker at a local venue, and he said if I can arrange a 4-5 act line-up, that I can for sure schedule a show there. Just hit up every artist I know. Hoping this fucking goes through. [-O<
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Back in the day when I was working for the moving company, I was working with a 300 lb Indian guy name Ray. He was notorious for going into peoples house while we were moving them, going into a bathroom and taking a nuclear grade, beer and greasy truck stop food fuel shit that would leave fumes potent enough to strip the varnish off of the dining room table. Home owners were mortified, especially if it was a home they were moving into. Whole floors would be off limits until after the fog rolled out. His beer farts could literally evacuate everyone out of the 48 foot semi trailer, yet he would stand in the cloud of toxic gasses laughing his now rotting ass off and swear it wasn't him. He also liked to drop ass while carrying a big piece with another guy. He always set it up so he was walking backwards and you would have to walk through his cropdustings all the way to the truck
Anyway, it was late summer or early fall and we were on this job and we were loading up furniture out of some family's living room. We picked up a couch and as we were heading out of the room, I started to smell rancid rotten ass as we walked out. I cursed Ray out as we put the couch in the truck, and he did his "wasnt me" routine and we walked back into the house.
The smell in the room hit me in the face like I talked shit about Dimebag. Ray got 3 steps into the room and ran out quicker than you would ever believe a guy that big could move while calling me a "rotten ass mother fucker!" We went out to the truck to wait for the smell to clear while we argued about who had cancer ass. 15 minutes later, and not only has the smell not gone away, its gotten stronger. We came to the conclusion that the smell wasn't toxic ass vapor, so we went to go see what the fuck was going on. It turns out that hiding behind one of the couch legs was an unfound Easter egg that had gotten stepped on when we picked up the couch.
It was the second worst smell I ever encountered on that job.