I don’t think you can blame me for getting us the sack from the Sausage Factory. It was your idea to see how big we could get a sausage. I didn’t think it would explode like that and it was just unfortunate that a bloody great dollop of sausage meat hit the wanker manager on the back of the head. We should have known really that pulling and pushing on the skin was never going to end well.
Mind you, that manager was an arse wasn’t he? I can’t for the life of me understand why some people just do not have one iota of humour in them. I mean, all the girls in the factory were pissing themselves but he just had that slapped-arse face on. Wonder what happened to him. More to the point, I wonder what happened to that whingey-whiney kid and whether he ever got over got over the trauma of having his hair sucked up by a toy soldier!
Was it the casino next? I don’t remember too much about that so we couldn’t have been there that long. But we did work nights so were probably pissed most of the time. I have a vague memory of the ball flying off your roulette wheel and causing a bit of damage to that old man’s eye. Mind you, if I remember rightly he was a bit of a lech and far too handy for his own good. Didn’t deserve to be blinded though!
Was that why we got the sack?
Must go now Mor, need a wee – bladder’s not what it used to be either!
Talk soon,
Lots of Love
Myf
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