Flash II
It's surprising how little someone can know about the industrial plant they've worked on for years.
Take Flash, the guy famous for his naked run about the stock bay. Worked on a continuous hot dip galvanising plant for years.
The door of the main process cabin opens and the loud, harsh white noise of the nitrogen blowers kills all conversation. It's Flash clutching a large, empty, glass coffee jar. He waits for the door to close out the din before speaking.
"Hi boys, She's come to dip her jar into the zinc so's she can paint her steel garden gates at the weekend. You don't mind do you?"
Flash called everyone, including himself, 'she'.
The 'boys' stare at him in disbelief. They exchange glances, then look back at Flash.
"It's molten Zinc."
"Aye, I just want a wee bit, just enough to paint my gate."
"Flash, this is not some kind of paint, it's a molten metal at 460 degrees centigrade. If you dip into it, the glass will instantly shatter and you'll most probably burn your fucking hand off. Even if you did somehow manage to get a container full of zinc, it'd be solid as a rock by the time you got it home."
"Is it be fucked!.....forget that then."
Take Flash, the guy famous for his naked run about the stock bay. Worked on a continuous hot dip galvanising plant for years.
The door of the main process cabin opens and the loud, harsh white noise of the nitrogen blowers kills all conversation. It's Flash clutching a large, empty, glass coffee jar. He waits for the door to close out the din before speaking.
"Hi boys, She's come to dip her jar into the zinc so's she can paint her steel garden gates at the weekend. You don't mind do you?"
Flash called everyone, including himself, 'she'.
The 'boys' stare at him in disbelief. They exchange glances, then look back at Flash.
"It's molten Zinc."
"Aye, I just want a wee bit, just enough to paint my gate."
"Flash, this is not some kind of paint, it's a molten metal at 460 degrees centigrade. If you dip into it, the glass will instantly shatter and you'll most probably burn your fucking hand off. Even if you did somehow manage to get a container full of zinc, it'd be solid as a rock by the time you got it home."
"Is it be fucked!.....forget that then."
posted by Tickersoid at 12:09 AM
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13 Comments:
you should've let him stick his hand in...
Brianne- Hi again, nice to see you. Hmmmm that might have made for a better story.
Mmmmmm... Molten zinc. Refreshing!
Reminds me of Homer simpson!
You know Zink (probably in smaller amounts) is supposed to be very good for your sex life should've eaten the whole bloody thing to see if it's true!
not the sharpest knife in the drawer then?
Your mates are a worry!
Back with new blog
lippy-lipsticklawyer.blogspot.com
bit of a mouthful, sorry
Lippy!!!
IDV- It'll certainly put a shine on you.
Ickle_bro- I'll have to try that theory out when I get a sex life.
Kyahgirl- Dull as two stout planks.
Lippy- Yeay, Lippy!!!!
{Insert witty comment here}*
{Insert laughter}**
*I'm suffering from writer's block
**And having to use prompts
OK, dull. And I remember Flash is a bit of a free-spirit and all, but is he actually possibly retarded? Is he a danger to others?
Funny Thing-
*insert consoling comment*
Plegmfatal-More of a danger to himself I think.
I found your comment very amusing, FT. But maybe that just says something about my state of mind/s?
Hang on, there were more comments here a moment ago from Mushroom and Ed. wossapnin!
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