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» Urban Legends
McDonalds
Heres another ledgend about the great child devouring clown restaurant, McDonalds.
If the "milk shakes" had one more e number in them they would technically be classed as plastic.
Much wooage for my first post. woo.
(Thu 12th Jan 2006, 15:49, More)
McDonalds
Heres another ledgend about the great child devouring clown restaurant, McDonalds.
If the "milk shakes" had one more e number in them they would technically be classed as plastic.
Much wooage for my first post. woo.
(Thu 12th Jan 2006, 15:49, More)
» Airport Stories
I'm gonna hurl
Nothing too impressive but what the hell. It was my 21st and I was travelling up to London. At Victoria station in my wisdom I thought I'd get some food, a burger to be precise. On eating the last bite I knew something was wrong. Oh well I thought. I met up with some mates and went to a quality gig. On the way to my mates house after the gig I knew that burger was a really bad idea. We arrived at the nearest tube station and I literally ran the 15 min walk from the station to my mates (not something I willingly do), to then start a vomit marathon which would last a whopping 9 hours. Yay food poisoning. So how does this relate to airports....
Well I had to fly home the next day (early). So one the tube once again to get to victoria then gatwick. I took a carrier bag along with me in case it needed to vom. I actually checked it had no holes!
Finally at gatwick, and my stomach hasn't erupted. Oh joy of joys the flight is delayed. So I find the only bench thats free, it also happens to be in the loudest part of the airport, right next to some arcade machines. The ones small kids hang off and scream. Four of the pukiest hours later my flight is finally called. I spend the next three days of my birthday weekend in bed. YAY ME.
Sorry for the muchos grande length and for the majority of it not being about an airport. But what the hell.
To name and shame the fast food establishment... it was a Burger King.... but which one? Mwahahaha
(Fri 3rd Mar 2006, 10:54, More)
I'm gonna hurl
Nothing too impressive but what the hell. It was my 21st and I was travelling up to London. At Victoria station in my wisdom I thought I'd get some food, a burger to be precise. On eating the last bite I knew something was wrong. Oh well I thought. I met up with some mates and went to a quality gig. On the way to my mates house after the gig I knew that burger was a really bad idea. We arrived at the nearest tube station and I literally ran the 15 min walk from the station to my mates (not something I willingly do), to then start a vomit marathon which would last a whopping 9 hours. Yay food poisoning. So how does this relate to airports....
Well I had to fly home the next day (early). So one the tube once again to get to victoria then gatwick. I took a carrier bag along with me in case it needed to vom. I actually checked it had no holes!
Finally at gatwick, and my stomach hasn't erupted. Oh joy of joys the flight is delayed. So I find the only bench thats free, it also happens to be in the loudest part of the airport, right next to some arcade machines. The ones small kids hang off and scream. Four of the pukiest hours later my flight is finally called. I spend the next three days of my birthday weekend in bed. YAY ME.
Sorry for the muchos grande length and for the majority of it not being about an airport. But what the hell.
To name and shame the fast food establishment... it was a Burger King.... but which one? Mwahahaha
(Fri 3rd Mar 2006, 10:54, More)
» Child Labour
Got wood
In an effort to drive down costs at the hardware/garden supplies/petrol station where I worked as a lad (whipping boy), I was given the princely task of bagging firewood (rotten logs). It was cheaper to employ me than to get the logs delivered already bagged. Now it was my annual task, from early November to mid February, y'know the best time of the year to be out side freezing your nuts off.
Oh yeah the job also entailed painting a hell hole of a staff toilet, having those metal dustbins thrown at my head and clearing out a centuries worth of shit from an asbestos covered storage shed. Ohhhh good job.
(Fri 17th Feb 2006, 14:39, More)
Got wood
In an effort to drive down costs at the hardware/garden supplies/petrol station where I worked as a lad (whipping boy), I was given the princely task of bagging firewood (rotten logs). It was cheaper to employ me than to get the logs delivered already bagged. Now it was my annual task, from early November to mid February, y'know the best time of the year to be out side freezing your nuts off.
Oh yeah the job also entailed painting a hell hole of a staff toilet, having those metal dustbins thrown at my head and clearing out a centuries worth of shit from an asbestos covered storage shed. Ohhhh good job.
(Fri 17th Feb 2006, 14:39, More)