Ian the Chef.
When I was at Uni studying to be a Land Surveyor (Site Engineer in the UK), there was one particular droog named Ian who was a rather vacant, lazy type of bloke. Nice enough, just fucking useless at getting himself organised. Never really made much of an effort, and was always scunging assignments off others.

After graduating from Uni, we all went separate ways and sought jobs that were remotely related to our degree, usually in the areas of mining, engineering or land development.

A few years later, I bumped into him in the supermarket, trolley laden with pot noodles. "Hey Ian, how's things mate, where are you working now?"

"Ain't got a job yet, had another interview today, but I think I might have fucked up".

"How so, mate? Jesus, he must be really shit at surveying if he doesn't have a decent job by now, I pondered to myself.

"Well, it was for a chef's job at the old peoples home".

"Umm, yeah mate, but you aren't qualified as a chef..."

"Thats what the bloke fucking said in the the interview! So I said, well, fuck mate, well it's only cooking for old people, how hard can it be?"


Last I heard, he was working in a video shop.
( Ken Oath, Fri 22 Nov 2013, 13:27, 2 replies)

Well fuck mate it's only knocking out videos to old folk.

( edjogs Collared doves are shit., Fri 22 Nov 2013, 14:03, closed)

He cooked four old people?

( Dr Preference AjcuiVd289, Fri 22 Nov 2013, 15:27, closed)