Being told off as an adult
When was the last time you were properly told off? You know: treated as an errant child rather than the sophisticated adult you are.
The sort of thing that dredges up an involuntary teenage mumble of "Sorry, Miss" whilst you stare at the ground.
Go on, tell us what childish thing you were up to when you got caught.
Oh, and can we have more than one-line answers this time? Cheers!
( , Thu 20 Sep 2007, 17:18)
When was the last time you were properly told off? You know: treated as an errant child rather than the sophisticated adult you are.
The sort of thing that dredges up an involuntary teenage mumble of "Sorry, Miss" whilst you stare at the ground.
Go on, tell us what childish thing you were up to when you got caught.
Oh, and can we have more than one-line answers this time? Cheers!
( , Thu 20 Sep 2007, 17:18)
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Are you fick or somefink?
My first job was working in a delicatessen in a Somerfield store when it first opened. I had a boss there who was proper fucking chimp. He was 'fick had no command of the queens english, a red face and wait for it, big glasses with bright blue plastic frames, the kind Su Pollard wears (is she dead yet?) coupled with my intelligence and hatred of such parents of the Chav, for now he must have bred with a similiarly deficient being and produced some poor quality 'fick human brats made him telling me ("Are you fick or somefink? I told you to put vat vere, veres one born every minute!") while getting angry and trying to humiliate me in order to cement his authority. All this in front of a vaste array of huge knifes, carving forks, skewers, cheese wires....
He soon quietened down when I impaled him through the shoulder with a huge skewer, and then clamped his head in a big industrial slicer, gently rocked him back and forth slicing his now silent mug into neat luncheon meat like portions. If any of his meat found its way onto the counter I can never know but I have seen worse........
( , Sun 23 Sep 2007, 12:31, Reply)
My first job was working in a delicatessen in a Somerfield store when it first opened. I had a boss there who was proper fucking chimp. He was 'fick had no command of the queens english, a red face and wait for it, big glasses with bright blue plastic frames, the kind Su Pollard wears (is she dead yet?) coupled with my intelligence and hatred of such parents of the Chav, for now he must have bred with a similiarly deficient being and produced some poor quality 'fick human brats made him telling me ("Are you fick or somefink? I told you to put vat vere, veres one born every minute!") while getting angry and trying to humiliate me in order to cement his authority. All this in front of a vaste array of huge knifes, carving forks, skewers, cheese wires....
He soon quietened down when I impaled him through the shoulder with a huge skewer, and then clamped his head in a big industrial slicer, gently rocked him back and forth slicing his now silent mug into neat luncheon meat like portions. If any of his meat found its way onto the counter I can never know but I have seen worse........
( , Sun 23 Sep 2007, 12:31, Reply)
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