Long ago I worked for a land surveyor.
We had a large tract along one of the Finger Lakes in New York to survey, and were instructed to locate all of the trees above a certain size as we did it. We were to identify the species of tree and put it on the map. No problem.

We were then hired to draw up a subdivision plan for this parcel. It was owned by five very rich twats who all wanted large lakefront lots. Again, no problem.

We submitted copies of the plan to each of the owners. That was when the problems began, as each one wanted to own particular trees by the lake. We got three requests for revision a week, and after a while the mylar I drew it on started to wear thin from erasing. (And if you've ever dealt with mylar you'll know how difficult that is!)

Eventually I was told to set it aside and not revise it further. The revision requests continued to pour in for another couple of weeks until my boss finally told them to sit down and hammer it out among themselves. Apparently there was a huge battle.

Eventually they all agreed to a plan, but for fuck's sake- fighting over trees? What a bunch of cunts, sending us endless rolls of plans of this wank.

Cunt rolls. Freaks, the lot of them.

(Edited to add a shite pun at the end)
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Tue 28 Oct 2014, 6:27, 3 replies)

This seems like it should have a pun
Where is my pun?
I am disappoint.
( Ghoti Fingers, Tue 28 Oct 2014, 7:35, closed)

Yeah, it was missing something there.
Edited, just for you.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Tue 28 Oct 2014, 8:40, closed)

I got to the words 'New York'
and stopped reading, so any lack of punnage is lost on me.
(Anthony Burgess' Chocolate Orange, Sat 1 Nov 2014, 20:32, closed)