Company has assigned me to be a team driver. Teammate has horrible habits!!!

You know what they say?

You are what'cha eat.

If they eat Banana Whackies mixed with Fruit-Loops, and for sport they play pocket pool, all day and night, they just MIGHT be a pervert.
I'd call a FOUL.

Next stop could be a book store.
An adult XXX book store with twenty-five cent peep-shows, --- and very sticky floors.
Or, one of those entertaining places in San Francisco where they perform live -- on stage, for your sightly pleasures.

Who knows?
Maybe they even encourage audience participation.
So, if y'all are haulin' gravel, I reckon that'd be as good a place as any to
git'cher rocks off.

Here's what I'd do, ........ if I were you.
I'd fix the dude up with a sexy
cross-dresser.
And stick around with a camera at the ready for when he comes to that certain part of a man's anatomy, and realizes he might like what he found down, or UP, there.

And I'd leave a book layin' around in the Big truck, where he's sure to see it.
The title of said book should be somthin' like,
1001 Ways To Dispatch Your Co-Driver With Extreme Prejudice --- Without Breaking A Sweat, or Gettin' Caught.

And put a book marker near the end of the chapters, along with notes taken throughout the lessons.

Then drop little tid-bits of questions, like, does he have life insurance, and are the premiums paid up to date.
Or, ask if he has any fear of being buried alive, or trapped in a burning bed.

Finally, make sure he's aware that pud-poundin' has been said to cause blindness, and would certainly disqualify him from Big truck truck drivin', pronto quick.

BTW, does he wear glasses now?
If so, ...... he might be in the advance stages of ying-ying yankin' already.
In which case, I think the kindest thing a compassionate co-driver could do at this point, is to purchase a case of
tissues, and inform EVERYbody that ANY day COULD be his last.
And don't leave 'em hangin' --- tell 'em why.

Then again, an inflatable doll with interchangeable colored wigs --- for that feelin' of variety -- might occupy his time in the bunk. And if he had, ......... oh say,............ four such "dolls", he'd feel like a Sheik with a harem.
Or a Mormon.

HaiL!

With 120 PSI available to pump 'em up to the desired hardness, I see the potential for a beautiful, on the road, dream lust-life waitin' ---- just 'round the bend. Which I'd bet would cause him to take the matter into hand -- for a really GOOD job.

Just be ready to drive a double shift in case he suddenly requires added Big truck truck drivin' training. Like how to read road signs in Braille.
At the rate he's goin' and cummin' --- his eyesight can't last much longer.
Ya reckon.

 

Even better!!!

 

OMG!!!

ROFLMAO!!!!!!!!
:smt038 :smt038 :smt038 :smt038

 

I wonder if Shocky's speaking from experience of such locations and .. um. accoutrements.

Ya reckon?

As for me - it's not athlete's foot I worry about in the showers

 

I'm really beginning to wonder about this post....no word from the original poster in quite some time...

 

a little bit, yeah - been two weeks since the OP. Even as a team, should have been able to come back online and elucidate....

 

Somebody was just clown'n us.

 

Or wishfully dreamin'.

 

Yeah, right....... this one may have been made up........ but are you actually trying to imply that women would be "wishfully dreamin" about havin some dude do himself in front of her???

Sorry......... but us gals tend to "dream wishfully" about things that we can't get any second of the day (or night)...........

 

Maybe they got married, and are going to live happily ever after