Burgers to Pizza's - Winner's Lifestyle.
Following my Sacking from Burger King I landed a Job at Pizza Hut up the road. Now compared to BK this job was fucking aceness.

A few of my best mates worked there, and being 1992/1993 and the height of the rave scene in the North West, whoever got Saturday night shifts was usually gutted.

Cue 9 months later, my favourite DJ on the planet is playing at Manhattan Heights in Blackburn (my fave club at the time) - OH MY GOD I HAVE TO BE THERE i spluttered as I saw the flyer, imagine my utter utter disbelief an hour later as it said - Hoogie Saturday - 7 - Close on the rotor!

Fuck that I said, someone will change with me, did they? did they fuck, anyway come the night in question, I trudged into work in the foulest mood ever. Keith was the Manager on at the time, and he was ok, let you have a spliff or a few lines when you wanted. However about 8pm I just told him I felt sick and fúcked off to Blackburn.

Now all was good and he covered for me, until the regional manager found out. He called me in the next night "for a chat"

Turns out I was grassed on by Keith and he hadnt covered for me, anyway I got a written warning. 2 days later Keith was working and I had been drinking with a few lads in town, I went into Pizza Hut and knocked fuck out of him in the corridor upstairs.

2 days later I was fired as I was caught on CCTV

Mind you I looked like fucking Jackie Chan on the Video.

Deep Pan? Ram it up your shitter

Cunts
(hoogie Original Cunt Horse Author, Thu 23 Feb 2006, 16:59, Reply)