Dreadful pits of hellish torture for both customer and the people who work there. Press 1 to leave an amusing story, press 2 for us to send you a lunchbox full of turds.
(, Thu 3 Sep 2009, 12:20)
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After a few beers me and a mate used to call up people from the phone book with the surname "Bullet"
My favourite went:
(Ring ring ring ring)
Them: "Hello?"
Me: "Mrs Bullet?"
Them: "Yes?"
Me: "You're fired!"
Then: "... Thank you." (in a dead pan heard it 1000 times before voice)
(, Sun 6 Sep 2009, 23:00, 3 replies)
I can just imagine the witty repartee, the cut crystal laughter and the endless humour laced anectodes that go on in your house. crikey, it's like I'm conversing with Oscar Wilde.
(, Mon 7 Sep 2009, 15:25, closed)
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