Barry
A few years ago I worked in an office that was one of many in a large old WWII bunker, owned by Barry.

Lovely bloke, salt of the earth. Worth a bob or two as well.

Anyhow, one afternoon I nipped down to the communal kitchen area to fill the kettle for our office. As I entered I could see Barry at the sink. He looked up, a bit alarmed.

He was washing his shoe. The one he'd just stepped into dogshit. And he was using the washing-up brush.

Worryingly he muttered in a sorrowful tone "I suppose I should throw this away now...", as if it was a shame he'd have to spend 50p on a new brush.
(Kliper Filllets Getting noticed by twats on the internet since, Thu 2 Feb 2012, 14:26, 1 reply)

Until you walked in he was just gonna rinse the brush and return it to the side of the sink.
Dirty bastard.
( blaireau69 , the Cumbrian Travis Bickle., Thu 2 Feb 2012, 14:48, closed)