steverrb

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Hello all, I'm a T6, fairly new, and I have stupid d*ckhead turkeys on two of my routes. Does anyone know a way to keep turkeys at bay? I was thinking about bringing a broom or rake, but then I'd have to carry it around for the rest of the loop. I've been told dog spray does not work.

Any advice would be greatly appreciated.

I was out having a smoke when I saw the teeny silhouettes of about 12 paragliders off in the distance, twirling and dancing about on the air during a nice autumn sunset. So I took a wide stance, raised my middle fingers to sky and shouted "FUCK YOU ASSHOLES GET ON THE GROUND MAMMAL YOU DON'T HAVE WINGS." Like seriously, is the ground not good enough for these pricks? Go live up there douchebag.

So I (I'm a guy) purchased my daughter her first bike a month ago, and I took the training wheels off last week (FINALLY). It would seem a child needs about 3 weeks of humiliation and having insults shouted at them to get them off the training wheels. You know, stuff like "are you gonna be on your baby wheels forever baby?" For best results, get closer to their face when you yell: they hear with their ears and their ears are on their face so if you shout in their face they should be able to hear better.

Now she's off her baby wheels (finally, fucking nerd), so now it's time to train. I, like any good parent, live vicariously through my children. If she fails, I fail, and there's nothin

One night about 2:30 AM, running route (I'm a milkman, a purveyor of non-carbonated milk), I spotted a milk truck I'd never seen before. It's not that blue milk truck with the busted marker light (the competitor) that I see every Thursday night; this truck was different. It was jet black with dim lights and was nearly invisible. It had no logo or lettering on the side, and it was going FAST. The roar or the engine woke every crying baby, and the squeal of the brakes woke every barking dog in town. The driver was a man wearing aviator sunglasses with thick cigar smoke billowing out the open doors.

He nearly T-Boned me (we both ran the stop sign), and that's when I met fellow milkman