I was sitting at my desk when BigL comes up with a package in hand, the package is around 2ish feet long by a half a foot wide. I asked him who it was for and he tells me it is for Beavis, so I asked him if he knew what it was and he told me he had no idea. BigL then acts like he is going to brake it over his knee and we both have a good laugh about it and then he sets it on Beavis dirty ass desk and leaves. At this point I don’t really think anything about it because I would have to care about the little shit in order to do that. Well at some point Beavis comes in and opens the package, once again no idea what it was due to me not caring if he lives or dies.

Everyday I have to clock in using a 1970 time stamp device that is sitting on his desk, normally disregarding everything else. However on this day, I clock in like normal, but happen to see a back scratcher laying on his desk. Now this back scratcher looked to have been usered, it was dirty, it had missing wood in some places, it also had scuff marks all over it, someone had used this before. I picked the thing up and it looks used and dirty and all I could think was “How the fuck are you going to bring a back scratcher to work. Can you really get that scratchy at work were you feel the need to bring a back scratcher?”. Well at that time my boss comes in and looks at the back scratcher and says the same thing I just said but without all the cursing. He then picked up the package that was laying on Beavis desk, the one that BigL delivered. The top was ripped open and nothing inside. This was the conversation that followed:

Boss: Any idea what was in here?

*I am looking at the back scratcher*

m!Lk: None

*My boss is still looking at the package*

Boss: Well, its from Ebay. Wonder what it was.

*My Boss is now looking at the back scratcher*

*My Boss and myself are now both looking at the back scratcher*

*My Boss and myself are now looking at the package*

*My Boss and myself turn back to look at the back scratcher*

*My Boss and myself  turn back to look at the package*

*I put the back scratcher inside the package, its a perfect fit (Note the photo below is the only one I have with both of them togather, deal with it)*

m!Lk: You have to be fucking joking me.

*My Boss drops the package to the floor and then looks at me*

Boss: Please tell me this kid did not buy a back scratcher off eBay.

m!Lk: You hired him not me.

*My Boss walks away*

*I laugh*

So this dip shit not only got a back scratcher off eBay he got a USED back scratcher off eBay. So from the time this fucker got it to this very day he uses it…allot. He will sit his ass in his chair and scratch himself all over with this thing. I don’t know if he does not shower or he has some type of skin disease (Please let it be deadly) or what his deal is.  It does however give me a reason to spend some quality time with my boss with a little game I like to call “rubbing my bosses ear with the dirty back scatcher”. Call me crazy but I don’t think he likes it.