A long time ago I worked on the roads.
The boss gave his son a job. First day, someone asked him to check whether that barrel of tar was hot enough, so he dipped his finger in it.

Never saw him again.
( fred zeppelin II: Electric Boogaloo, Fri 10 Oct 2014, 19:17, 11 replies)

The son
( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Fri 10 Oct 2014, 19:36, closed)

Short and sweet

(Baggenfrock get fucked, Fri 10 Oct 2014, 19:40, closed)

I was there
and I saw him do it. Either him or some other daft pillock. This is indeed a true story.
( CharlesDexterWard no rush eh, Fri 10 Oct 2014, 19:44, closed)

Ouch
I'm guessing for all the time you never saw him again, he was off having successive skin grafts.
I know nothing of tar but am assuming a boiling point high enough to burn on touch and a tendency to seal itself to skin...
(Carpe Cyprinidae, Fri 10 Oct 2014, 19:53, closed)

You want to
get a real job son.
( CharlesDexterWard no rush eh, Fri 10 Oct 2014, 20:24, closed)

If he had come back to work, I'm sure we'd have christened him The Claw.

( fred zeppelin II: Electric Boogaloo, Tue 14 Oct 2014, 9:15, closed)

Well
was it?
( Happy Phantom has been to Hastings, Brighton, and Eastbourne too, Fri 10 Oct 2014, 22:33, closed)

Replies to win.

(eViLegion Chief Commissioner of the Scottish Lunacy Board, Fri 10 Oct 2014, 23:47, closed)

Sobvious
Cock 'n balls done up in tar like a toffee apple
( CharlesDexterWard no rush eh, Sat 11 Oct 2014, 0:47, closed)

Was what?

( fred zeppelin II: Electric Boogaloo, Tue 14 Oct 2014, 9:14, closed)

I'm guessing his perfectly-preserved bones
are at the bottom of the barrel, waiting to be excavated by palaeontologists in a few million years' time.
( Colonel Boris "...a desperate Buzzfeed imitation...", Sun 12 Oct 2014, 22:49, closed)