Child LabourThere is a special part of Hell I'd like to reserve for those arses that order every single Sunday paper. Do you know how heavy that makes the bundle of papers some poor kid (ie me) has to lug around? Funny how your papers always seemed to get mangled in your letterbox...
I loved my paper round, but, looking back, I was getting paid peanuts to ruin my back and cycle around in the cold and dark. How were you exploited as a child?
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chthonic, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 12:05)
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The bastards made me clean my OWN room at least once a month.Still, I had the last laugh when I turned 16 and was strong enough to bash them over the heads with a spade and bury them under the daffodils.
Crappy life insurance only paid out enough to live on until last year.
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Peregr1n @peregr1n, Fri 17 Feb 2006, 12:49,
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