explosives....
some many years ago I was an explosives counter & bullet checker: as XXXX came into the UK their ordnance was offloaded, checked & reloaded, I was that person & was bored F stiff, & after the usual four recounts cause the re counts I worked with couldn't count properly etc. I got nasty bored.
I'd smuggle a biro in to the shop, take out the writing bit, push it into the plastic and hey presto! fun could be had-after amassing a dozen or so biros worth, eh?
cordite? couple of yards here, couple of yards there, primers? no probs: part of the job was checking that 'stuff' still worked, so over use priming caps etc.
& thats why ******** had a few decapitated trees, blown up derelict buldings (social service work that is) & people who pissed me off had large bang occurrences at 2-3 a.m. on a fairly irregular basis.
porn collection? did i mention that? one day I papered an attic into a spunkhouse = wall to wall tits n ass, 360degrees of booty, well, I was young.
my boss was a smackhead who'd nod between 10 & 12, so I glued his feet to the floor. would write myself days out on his paper + overtime natch. did the hand in a bowl of warm water thing too-it works-he wet himself but being a smackhead he just thought that was part of the gouch.
enough.
(mickturate if i could be arsed i'd be bored, Wed 15 Aug 2007, 9:58, Reply)