A few years back
I was in china on business. With everything being so cheap - it was a good time to try out the delights of which you wouldn’t experience at home. Mostly it was prostitution, but not always.

We had been given mobile phones by the company, so we could keep in touch with each other as there were about 15 of us.

One Monday me and my friend were called into the office technical room by a technician. He was rather interested about where he had been the Saturday before.

"I was out on the p!ss all-day mate" he said in a very masculine manner. He was blokey bloke. The type of guy who hated ponces.

The technician raised his eyebrows in slight disbelief. He then leaned over the desk grabbed his desk phone and dialed his voicemail on loudspeaker.

"MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM NUMBER (the number of the mobile was mentioned) SATURDAY 7 TH JULY...... 3MINS......*BEEP*...."

what followed was rather strange.

"........."

"....does anyone know we are here?"

"........"

It was now clear there was a second person in the room - English, so it was another colleague...

"....... wow, it feels weird......"

(scuffle noise)

"...if anyone finds out about this in work...we're dead...."

(scuffle noise)

(muffled chinese talk)

"...I cant believe im getting my nails done.... ive wanted to do this for ages, but - you know - I doubt it would go down well with the lads back home...."

And there is was, the butch lad of the team had slipped out of the pub and had a manicure.... and had called by mistake from his pocket – bizarre as it seems – the Technical departments voicemail.

awww...
(Dan dan dan They tik urh jerbs!!!, Thu 30 Jul 2009, 14:00, Reply)