I had some free time today, so I decided to look into this little problem I heard about with the painters. I called the painting company and told them that I had a huge house that needed, and I would need their whole squad. They asked my name and where the house was, so I told them I was Gilbert Sai from Merced, and that I needed the Delta house painted here at UCLA. My appointment was scheduled for this afternoon, so I headed over to the house.
Luckily no one was there when I arrived with the painting crew. I had them get started with the outside, then work their way in. While they were working I counted how many there were, 43, must be all of them. One of the men said he was getting tired, so I told them they could have a water break after they finish the inside of the furnace. All 43 of these dirty men piled into the furnace and began painting. When they were about three quarters done I brought in water and said they could stop for a minute. They all grabbed some water and I was started with some small talk, "So you guys heard anything about that Chris Quinn guy?" One responded, "Yeah Gilbert, we have. In fact we have started the Anti Chris Association of America Club. Look here at my ACAAC card."I said nothing, but walked out of the room, closing the door behind me. The door locked and the 43 of them were stuck inside the furnace with all the lights out. One of them finally felt a switch, and that is when a super-abundance of heat flowed into the furnace. I heard but one scream, and all I could think about was how they should have been called "Wimps High on Opium Must Perish."
With the smell of fall and burnt flesh in the air, I began to get hungry; so I looked in the mirror and said, "Gilbert, I'm hungry, let's get a taco."
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