Years ago i worked with a guy who was a pretty disgusting individual. He drove a RWD chrysler fifth avenue. Actually looked like a pretty nice car on the outside. One day i pull in the parking lot and notice he left his headlights on. His car is unlocked so to be nice i pop the door, reach in and shut off his headlights.
It looked like a waterfall of cigarette butts coming out of the ashtray and onto the floor, and the floorboards were covered with cigarette butts and empty coca cola bottles. It had the brown/black smoker slime on the steering wheel and on the armrests.
Well we started calling it the rolling cigarette butt museum. He used to eat at this greasy spoon called the stoplight cafe. This place was really greasy. I nicknamed it the stopheart cafe, and told him his ****** lifestyle was gonna get him.
Well we eventually named him " quint " because he had a quintuple bypass surgery. Ended up getting a medical retirement from the company. Now he has diabeties, and looks like the reaper is taking him one piece at a time because he now has lost both legs to diabeties, and ole St Peter has to wait to get him piece by piece.
A lot of times people who treat their stuff like that treat their own bodies like an effin trash can too. LOL
