Post by Tank on May 8, 2007 23:49:48 GMT -5
As a red Dodge Ram pulls up in the parking lot, out steps a man 6'4", 254 lbs. He goes to the back of the truck and pulls down the tailgate. From the back of jumps down a goat. He also grabs his gym bag. He makes his way into the building.
He walks down the hallway and notibes two women.
Tank: "Excuse me ladies."
The two stop talking andd at look at him.
Tank: "I was just wondering if you could direct me to Mr. Horton's office?"
Tiffany: "Hey can't you see I'm busy here!"
Faith: "Now Tiffany at least he asked politely."
Tiffany: "Alright. It's the third door on the left. With the sign on it that says 'Mr. Horton'!!"
As Tank heads down the hall his goat follows closely behind him. He heads down the hallway abd see the door. Tank knocks ob it and a voice from the inside says "Come in." Tank opens the door and heads into the office.
Tank: "Hello there Mr. Horton. My name is Tank and I was wondering if you had any room in your Fed for me?"
Mr. Horton: "Well it seems as though you have come at a good time. There seems to be an opening on the roster, but it is not going to be as easy as that. You will be on a probation period to prove yourself."
Just then a vase breaks over in the corner. Mr. Horton and Tank look at the same time. Over in the corner is the goat chewing up some paper.
Mr. Horton: "What is that? And you better hope he isn't eating the new newsletter that is going to be going out!"
Tank: "Oh, Uh, that's just Stymie. My pet goat. He is usally better than this. He might be a little nervous."
Mr. Horton: "Well get him out of my office and never bring him back in here again. Remember Tank you are on probation."
Tank: "Umm, yes sir. Sorry about that. I won't let you down."
Tank turns around and whistles at Stymie. Stymie looks up, spits out the piece of paper, and heads out the door. The both make thier way to the locker room to prepare to go out to the ring.
Mr. Horton makes his way over to where the goat was and pickes up the piece of paper. "I can't believe he has a goat. More than that I can't believe he let that goat eat my newsletter." He goes back to the desk and sits down. Mr. Horton then prepares to write a new newsletter.
He walks down the hallway and notibes two women.
Tank: "Excuse me ladies."
The two stop talking andd at look at him.
Tank: "I was just wondering if you could direct me to Mr. Horton's office?"
Tiffany: "Hey can't you see I'm busy here!"
Faith: "Now Tiffany at least he asked politely."
Tiffany: "Alright. It's the third door on the left. With the sign on it that says 'Mr. Horton'!!"
As Tank heads down the hall his goat follows closely behind him. He heads down the hallway abd see the door. Tank knocks ob it and a voice from the inside says "Come in." Tank opens the door and heads into the office.
Tank: "Hello there Mr. Horton. My name is Tank and I was wondering if you had any room in your Fed for me?"
Mr. Horton: "Well it seems as though you have come at a good time. There seems to be an opening on the roster, but it is not going to be as easy as that. You will be on a probation period to prove yourself."
Just then a vase breaks over in the corner. Mr. Horton and Tank look at the same time. Over in the corner is the goat chewing up some paper.
Mr. Horton: "What is that? And you better hope he isn't eating the new newsletter that is going to be going out!"
Tank: "Oh, Uh, that's just Stymie. My pet goat. He is usally better than this. He might be a little nervous."
Mr. Horton: "Well get him out of my office and never bring him back in here again. Remember Tank you are on probation."
Tank: "Umm, yes sir. Sorry about that. I won't let you down."
Tank turns around and whistles at Stymie. Stymie looks up, spits out the piece of paper, and heads out the door. The both make thier way to the locker room to prepare to go out to the ring.
Mr. Horton makes his way over to where the goat was and pickes up the piece of paper. "I can't believe he has a goat. More than that I can't believe he let that goat eat my newsletter." He goes back to the desk and sits down. Mr. Horton then prepares to write a new newsletter.