A short story for all you leechers
There once was a young boy named Sam. Sam was a leech. Sam the leech loved to eat molasses cookies. In fact, he couldn***8217;t imagine his life without molasses cookies; molasses cookies had made him so successful. If it weren***8217;t for his molasses cookies he would have no money and be a complete failure.
But Sam didn***8217;t know how to make molasses cookies by himself. He always went over to his friendly neighbor and asked for them to tell him how to make molasses cookies. They told him to find his own recipe. Well Sam needed some help so he asked a creative neighbor for some help. The creative neighbor told Sam how to make his molasses cookies. Well, the neighbor kept on asking Sam to help but he never did. One day Sam went over to his neighbors house. His neighbor had spent so much time helping Sam that he had went out of buisness! Sam had never thought how to contribute.
Now Sam had no clue how to make molasses cookies for himself and he had made his neighbor go out of buisness. Everyone hated Sam and eventually Sam moved on to spam. Spam was his second favorite food. Unfortunatly right after he tried it another neighbor named Vista beat the shit out of him and wrecked his computer. Than Envy got out the dreaded banhammer and smashes in Sam's face.
Moral of the story: Contribute you little leechers
Another Moral: This has nothing to do with buisness situations
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05-13-2009, 01:14 PM
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