In the same retail establisment
where the pooh hi-jinks mentioned in the previous story request were perpetrated, I was subjected to working for a drunken bombastic buffoon of an Area Manager. One morning, I had had enough of his particular tirade of mis-directed abuse and decided to make everyone a coffee.

I nipped into the kitchen, boiled the kettle and grabbed everyones specific cups. Ensuring no one was arround, I whipped of my shoes and socks and preceded to scrape every last micron of toe cheese out from under my toenails and smeared the resultant clag all around the bottom of his cup. Added the coffee..hot water and milk and gave it a good stir.

After donning the footwear again, I delivered the coffees to everyone.. and watched in total pleasure as he drank down every last drop of his.

It made me happy
(The Lord God Almighty My bottom smells of poo, Fri 14 May 2004, 13:00, Reply)