I work at part time at the local Scumerfield...
...on the deli, which is absolute hell.

I used to work with a girl (blonde of course) who was as thick as two short planks. One day we were chatting and somehow (i forget how) the conversation moved onto Jean Claude Van Damme.

Her: Where is he from?
Me: I think he is Belgian, which is why they call him "the muscles from Brussels."
Her: Brussels? I thought that was up north somewhere!

Another person that works there is a short extremely smelly waster called... well he shall remain nameless. Once, when I was stacking shelves he came up to me with a box full of Daz saying he was unable to find the sell-by-date on it. He also did the same with a box of tin foil.

Heaven help us!
(Mr Slippyfist, Fri 7 Jan 2005, 20:58, Reply)