Old Knudsen has had many jobs, each work place usually has its own share of arseholes.
There are none so deceptive and slimy as the soul-less sales rep. One sales rep in particular was named George, he was wholesome with soft shiny floppy hair and a broad smile, George had bashed the bible a bit too many times, he was one of those Christian types that never swore or drink, always active in his church and even goes as far as to wear show your nads, Steve Irwin short shorts and become a Scout troop leader, all very disturbing, this was all show as I've said sales reps don't have souls.
George made plenty mistakes at work but would lie or blame others to get out of it, I named him the Teflon man, he was so hated by his fellow workers that when he left his cell phone in the restroom it was teabagged around the mouth piece, followed by giggles later on when seen using it.
George lied and brown nosed his way up in the company, incase you were wondering, we sold blankets infected with smallpox to the Indians (lovely quality) it gets very cold in some parts of India so I saw it as more of a service than a business.
George has a place in Old Knudsen's head right beside Aqua and the Venga Boys songs, he had this really fucking god awful habit of finishing everything he said with,"so he did" or "so it was" sometimes upon George saying a sentence he would pause, and for that moment you would be paralyzed, waiting for him to say it, because you knew it was coming, so you would, argh! with enough exposure to George you may start saying it yourself, so you might, or if you are strong enough you can keep the stupid useless add on line in your head and just mentally add it on , don't think about it too much or you'll start doing it ---------------- so you will.
I don't call for violence often (3 times a day isn't much) but those people that say 'so it was' and theres more of them along with the people that when you come back from the crapper will say,"so you're back" , kill them and make sure they know why.
Those people that say, "cheer up it may never happen" well it might, so don't jinx me you perky Mary Tyler Moore with your Laura Ashley print super hero cape and that little silly looking soul patch on your chin or madam did you miss that while shaving, you leper licking Blurt.
And then there was silence and mothers held on to their children and edged away from the ranting Viking.
The Devil tells a salesman, "Look, I can make you richer, more famous, and more successful than any salesman alive. In fact, I can make you the greatest salesman that ever lived."
"Well," says the salesman, "what do I have to do in return?"
The Devil smiles, "Well, of course you have to give me your soul," he says, "but you also have to give me the souls of your children, the souls of your children's children and, as a matter of fact, you have to give me the souls of all your descendants throughout eternity."
"Wait a minute," the salesman says cautiously, "What's the catch?"
