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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