The B3TA Confessional
With the Pope about to visit the UK, what better time to unburden yourself of anything that's weighing on your mind by posting it on the internet? Pay particular attention to the Seven Deadly Sins of lust, greed, envy, pride, posting puns on the QOTW board and the other ones. Top story gets to kneel before His Holiness's noodly appendage, or something
( , Thu 26 Aug 2010, 12:47)
With the Pope about to visit the UK, what better time to unburden yourself of anything that's weighing on your mind by posting it on the internet? Pay particular attention to the Seven Deadly Sins of lust, greed, envy, pride, posting puns on the QOTW board and the other ones. Top story gets to kneel before His Holiness's noodly appendage, or something
( , Thu 26 Aug 2010, 12:47)
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I used to work in a garden centre
and our boss was fairly cool,all manners of different plant life existed there but part of the garden centre was totally dedicated to fruit trees and the boss man said we could eat what we wanted but for some reason wouldn't let us eat from the apple tree, his prize possession...needless to say this was like a red rag to a bull and me and one of the girls, let’s call her E, decided one day to nick a couple.
At this moment in storms the boss man, let’s call him G. He went fucking mental and shouted at us, man did that guy have a booming voice. I still remember the flecks of spit landing onto his big white beard, whilst he gave us the bollocking of our life’s. I felt bad about this as I was sacked but so was E, We were told never to come back to the garden centre ever again...I miss that place life seemed a lot more innocent then :(
( , Thu 26 Aug 2010, 16:23, 3 replies)
and our boss was fairly cool,all manners of different plant life existed there but part of the garden centre was totally dedicated to fruit trees and the boss man said we could eat what we wanted but for some reason wouldn't let us eat from the apple tree, his prize possession...needless to say this was like a red rag to a bull and me and one of the girls, let’s call her E, decided one day to nick a couple.
At this moment in storms the boss man, let’s call him G. He went fucking mental and shouted at us, man did that guy have a booming voice. I still remember the flecks of spit landing onto his big white beard, whilst he gave us the bollocking of our life’s. I felt bad about this as I was sacked but so was E, We were told never to come back to the garden centre ever again...I miss that place life seemed a lot more innocent then :(
( , Thu 26 Aug 2010, 16:23, 3 replies)
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