So I get to the site, and boom, first thing outta Luis' mouth is, "Rick's here," and I think I told you a couple weeks ago, this is like Rick's building himself. Same dude that owns like halfa that Westdale Office Park. Yeah.
I'd just like to remind you that Bracket Madness is still going on, despite being derailed by the Iowa basketball apocalypse and that NCAA thing.
So whatever, I'm up on the third floor getting the girders done, then the foreman tells me I gotta get Rick some ice cream. Me. And I go, you kiddin me? I'm a welder, I don't do no errands, come on, get serious, y'know?
I'm going against this man, Ron Zook, today.
He says no, ice cream's the top priority, he says. Top priority. You kiddin' me, you know. So I ask what kind and this is what he tells me, he says, "mocha nut fudge." I'm thinkin' okay, this is, this has gotta be a prank,
You may not recognize him, since he thinks he's a construction worker in some suburb out east.
so I grab my ass and I says "all right, gimme about 2 hours for lunch to pass through and I got your mocha nut fudge," and foreman gets all pissed.
And as long as I keep hiding his Red Bull, he's pretty much stuck.
So this Rick, Turns out Rick's a diabetic, but since he got all that money, he's all particular about it.
If you vote against me, why, I might just plain forget where I hid it.
So that's what stupid shit I gotta deal with at the site. Meanwhile we're about 3 weeks behind schedule and the Mexicans ain't showing up half the time and Rick can't bring his own damn ice cream with him to work. Fuck outta here...
Look, I know who's waiting in Round 3. I ain't scared.
You ever watch that Larry the Cable Guy fella?
Vote for me. Because I am going to wreck JoePa's world.