Well my tirade this arvo has made the forum! let me explain for the record........ sitting down after having a tasty ham cheese and tomato sanga washed down with some orange juice, I light a bunger and get into a deep disscussion about how Monday its time to flip the page on the calander and miss Augusts lovely funbags will be on display for the next month when this 5'2" guts on legs walks in and starts babbling shit. I wont get into the details mainly because I wasnt paying much attention, shitboss dumpster owners who find their tyres on a rubish tip rate fairly low on my importance scale. After several years of putting up with this short fat flea I'd had enough! I proceeded to explain to him what a tosser he was, in hindsight this was fairly stupid of me as his IQ level is somewhat below room temp and it only made his blood pressure rise and fill up his brain cavity to the point of bursting. While he was hurling abuse at me, I was confused as I did not know if I should laugh or pull the pen from my pocket thrust it into his left eyeball and release the pressure, the later being against the law so I decided to tell him to get the fork out of the workshop and dont come back he didnt listen so I told him several times, he left, my consulation being the boss asked him to leave, oh well I'll wake up to morrow another day older and he'll still be a forkwit, but a forkwit annoying some other bike shop and I'm sure another forkwit will replace him, just like space invaders! Anyway looking forward to the changing of the calander on Monday and to perving on miss August for the next month.