A repost
A few years ago, I worked in the same building as someone I'll call James. For the most part, he was the most mild-mannered, friendly guy you could ever wish to meet. But, boy oh boy, did he take his job seriously. And there were times when he had a very short fuse.

All was going well one day when suddenly, from the other end of the building, there was a noise. It was James.
He was shouting.
"Bastard! Fucking shitting bastard! Cunt! Jeezus Christ! FUCKING BASTARD CUNTING ARESEHOLE FUCKING BOLLOCKS SHIT!"

Since James' job involved heavy and expensive equipment, there was naturally a fair degree of concern raised by this outburst. There was also no small curiosity about the carnage that must have prompted it.
"James! Are you OK?"
"FUCK!"
"What's wrong?"
"I've dropped my FUCKING PENCIL! AGAIN!"

In fairness to him, retrieving it meant negotiating a couple of flights of stairs. But, all the same...
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 20 Jul 2012, 9:52, 2 replies)

he managed to drop a pencil
UP two flights of stairs?

WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE WORKING ON? was this at CERN? click for antigrav stationery
(UppityDamnPrimate LET'S OPEN THIS F*CKING PIT UP, Fri 20 Jul 2012, 10:26, closed)

HB
is an abbreviation for Higgs Bosun perhaps?
(the_icks has the sweet essence of giraffe, Fri 20 Jul 2012, 10:33, closed)

Did he realise....
....that normally when dropping a pencil onto a hard floor, the lead inside shatters so that each time you sharpen it, just as it gets to a satisfying point the fucker drops out or worse, folds over the first time you try to use it? A fall of two floors would merely exacerbate the situation.

Perhaps that's the true reason for his quite understandable frustration. I personally have killed for less. Or shat me pants just to show 'em.
(Colonel Blink is now officially a pretentious prick, Sun 22 Jul 2012, 7:50, closed)