Lurid Work Stories"I know a railwayman of 40-odd years' service," says Juan Quar, "and he tells me a new gruesome yarn each time we meet. Last week's was of checking the time on the wristwatch of a severed arm he'd just collected after a track fatality."
Tell us the horrible stories you tease the new hires with, or that you've been told.
NB By definition, these are probably all made up. Roll with it
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chthonic, Thu 5 Sep 2013, 17:33)
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I made the same argument. Unfortunately the brewery wouldn't let us shut the place down, with it being in Nottingham city centre and during the festive period. They also claimed that they wouldn't get anyone to repair it until after Christmas and they wouldn't just let us get a new bog and install it ourselves. The building being fifteenth century (I may have just given away which pub it is.) meant the layout didn't quite lend itself to alternative provisions for customers. At least they had two seperate trays for people to piss in. One just became an impromptu place for people to poo in for a bit.
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Muns, Tue 10 Sep 2013, 16:26,
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Jesus that is grimIt wouldn't be Ye Olde Trip to Jeruselem would it?
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I'll see you in the Sal then, yeah?(
BraynDedd Natasha Kaplinsky's labia majora, Tue 10 Sep 2013, 19:58,
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