Hai qotwers.
I have another for you.

One not quite food related.

Once we had a lady called Lynda who worked for us. Like most Lynda's she was a red faced, plump 40 year with too much time and a huge chip on her oompa loompa like shoulders. Oompa Loompa was our nick name for her, which gives you an idea of how she looked.

Anyway, to cut a long story short -too late, I can here you cry- she pissed off one our Christmas temps. Now unlike most temps, this one was really one you wanted to keep on your side. She was gobby, bitchy the lot, but in a most likable way.

Any way, Lynda decided to push this person a bit too far. I cant even remember what it was.

When Lynda went on lunch, Vicki -the temp- got Lynda's lip gloss, and wiped it in the toilet bowl. Not just the bowl, but the lip of it. The bit where the water comes out or. It had black 'bits' all over it. Covered.

She put it back together, and that was that.

2 hours later, talking to Lynda about something, she decided to use her gloss. As she took it out, it now had pink lumpy bits on it. I couldn't talk anymore. I just watched, as she smothered her lips in it.

I had to leg it. I could not watch. She never knew what was done to it, and she never bloody will.
( @RBFesquire Good luck b3ta, was nice knowing you. So long., Fri 19 Sep 2008, 19:01, 2 replies)

And...
What if she reads B3TA?
(Chickenwire social lubricator extraordinaire, Sat 20 Sep 2008, 7:30, closed)

No worries,
she doesn't, and if she did, she would not know my secret identity. MWAHAHAHA
( @RBFesquire Good luck b3ta, was nice knowing you. So long., Sun 21 Sep 2008, 11:16, closed)