most remembered ex employee. Ahem, drum roll please. And the winner is, Butch Chastity!
Now suprisingly, good ol' Motor Mouth didn't actually get fired. Truth be told, he was a good worker. The only problem was, he annoyed the living snaught out of all the staff memebers. Although, somehow after he quit due to his search to become an electrician apprentice, I slowly began to see myself missing him and the sheer entertainment he had supplied me with during that memorable summer last year.
Yep, those were the good ol' days. The days when I woke up bright and early at 4 am every morning smiling as i couldn't hardly wait to arrive at work to pull one of my infamous pranks on the gullible annoyance. In fact, there is still talk today of some of the pranks I had managed to pull over on our good buddy Butch. One of my personal favorites being the time I used the power drill to create the smallest and hardly noticable hole in the front of his daily energy drink he consumed on a daily basis along with his O.F.D. (Old Fashioned Doughnut for the slow-minded)

You could nearly pin point the exact second where it finally occured to him what just happened by his facial expression as if his brain activity had been projected for all to monitor its progress. His abssent-minded smile suddenly evolved into a look of terror and shock when he began to throw curses at me as if he had been a veteraned sailor. Now normally being yelled at in such a way would bring me to tears. However, everyone within a thrity foot radius (myself included) was already in tears due to the unbearable pain growing in our stomachs caused by an intense amount of laughter. And in no way was a I anywhere near stopping.

I needn't go further. With that being said, he was asking for a hard time. And a few casual pranks here and there never hurt anyone. Especially this guy. I don't think he would know an insult if it hit him square in the schause. His self defense mechanism is simply to laugh as loud as you can when you have no idea what is going on. Which is again, not suprisingly unaffective.
Nobody can stand this guy, only they can't help but love him at the same time. You know what I'm talking about? If not, try and imagine working with that one guy who always unknowingly manages to provide you with a life time supply of "that's what she said" jokes. Yeah, that's him. No idea what's going on at any time of the day whatsoever.
However, I don't mean to sell this guy short, (TWSS) because you definately don't wanna get on his bad side. Which I, self admitingly did. I would say that an estimated 500 attepts to throw a beansack at me took place daily. Fortunately enough for me, he couldn't hit the broad side of a barn six feet away, but only due to the fact that he "threw his shoulder out playing baseball" Although it's kinda funny how that same injured shoulder managed to switch sides every now and then.
Looking back now you might say I should have gone a tad easier on the kid. Let me respond with a question for you to think about. If you had to work side by side with a guy that constantly ran his mouth and reffered to you and everyone else in the shop with a stupid abbreviated nickname such as "J-Bud", "Ry-Dawg", and "D", don't you think you might have snapped too? Yeah, that's what I thought....