UNTITLED

the little cowboy
from mannford got
more than he bargained
for last night while
operating the punch press
he is in his 40s and
arrogant as all get out
I let him run the show
and helped him with
his math while laying
out holes
he calls a calculator
a computer
when he changed the dye
and punch out
he didn't get the dye
aligned with the punch
correctly and 5 tons of
pressure shattered
the small 11/16 punch
sending one good sized shard
of steel into his cheek
he wasn't so smart anymore
and had panic on his face
I was laughing like hell
after he pulled the
shrapnel out blood
began gushing
and his face went pale
dood are you ok
FUCK NO he screamed
and I laughed harder
as he ran to get
himself help