No names, no packdrill
"Call the police!" he shouted running into the office, "Someone's stolen my clothes!"

He was, at the time, fully dressed, but after he had breathed into a paper bag a few times and dialled 999, we got the full story: He'd been to the laundrette over the road, returned to the washing machine and found his clothes missing.

Eventually, the police turned up, looked inside the machine and told him that the fast spin had stuck his clothes to the inside of the drum, "And would sir kindly stop fucking wasting our fucking time."

He was last seen in the works canteen, sticking a knife inside the toaster, trying to extract his now-smoking breakfast. There was a bright blue flash and all the lights went out...

...and now he's Deputy PM.*

*Lie
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 3 Mar 2011, 15:44, 2 replies)

He's not
Deputy PM...
( uncle bastard is twanging a dan moi, Thu 3 Mar 2011, 17:43, closed)

So
which stupid colleague wired the toaster into the lighting circuit?
(salvadorevincent, Thu 3 Mar 2011, 20:46, closed)