I'm not bad talooking for work, but have a contract extension at the current job to tide me over.
re: the mars bars, I've never had one, but I'm glad that cunts like you no longer have the moral high ground
how you getting on?
(re: the mars bars, I've never had one, but I'm glad that cunts like you no longer have the moral high ground
how you getting on?
drbroon abloooobloobloo,
Thu 26 Nov 2009, 0:03,
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Very well, thanks. In the middle of another redundancy hurricane as usual. Chances of career being ended by Dec 31: around 50%.The woman in the chip shop gave me some other facts:
a) nobody has so far ordered one with chips, and
b) occasionally, for a mischievous laugh, the staff ask: "Salt and vinegar?" when serving one.
(a) nobody has so far ordered one with chips, and
b) occasionally, for a mischievous laugh, the staff ask: "Salt and vinegar?" when serving one.
Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Thu 26 Nov 2009, 0:12,
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it's "Insane amount of salt and a Doner?" in Glasgowgood luck with not being destitute. When I finally get a job, send me your details, and you can clean my gutters once a month.
( drbroon abloooobloobloo,
Thu 26 Nov 2009, 0:21,
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Work outdoors? I'd be dead within a fortnight.Some 15-20 years ago, there was a chippie I'd go into after visiting one of them nightclubs (if I'd been drinking).
After asking "Salt and vinegar?", to which one would automatically signal assent, the sneaky cunt'd follow up, in an insinuating, mumbling undertone, with "mushroom in batter?" or "cauliflower in batter?"
What a cunt. Using out-their-face revellers as lab rats for his obscene low-cost deep-fat frying experiments.
Once or twice I accidentally nodded along with him, and arrived home with a cold £1 portion of cauliflower in batter. Which is as nice as it sounds.
(After asking "Salt and vinegar?", to which one would automatically signal assent, the sneaky cunt'd follow up, in an insinuating, mumbling undertone, with "mushroom in batter?" or "cauliflower in batter?"
What a cunt. Using out-their-face revellers as lab rats for his obscene low-cost deep-fat frying experiments.
Once or twice I accidentally nodded along with him, and arrived home with a cold £1 portion of cauliflower in batter. Which is as nice as it sounds.
Sea Tramp the thinking woman's 8 Ace,
Thu 26 Nov 2009, 0:42,
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