Luxury!!
I was eight years old when I was forced to hand write 900,000 envelopes and seal them all using nothing but saliva. AND I had to do in a shed during the winter!
just printed out labels for a mailshot. 150 sheets of. guess who gets to stick all those onto envelopes?
Kris Jalowiecki said:22 November 2008
Wow what an incredible chocolate bar! tastes similar to lion bars in the UK but much nicer, really addictive
5 stars from kris
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i once had a temp job working at the victoria and albert museum, stuffing envelopes , only for one day, got about a fiver an hour iirc
Chocolatey? That's like chocolateish
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I was once a bingo caller
True story
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it's an incredible chocolate bar, according to kris
I found Claires statement more profound
i was a pub skittle picker upper
I once spent a whole weekend removing chewing gum from the floor of a massive shopping centre.........which a few months later WAS FUCKING KNOCKED DOWN
I once spent a whole weekend removing chewing gum from the floor of a massive shopping centre.........which a few months later WAS FUCKING KNOCKED DOWN
Actually this thread just reminded me...
At my dads place over the weekend and he found (in the archives) my management training paperwork from Pizza Hut back when I was a young un.
Just read it through and cringed a bit at the thought of the uniform
Actually this thread just reminded me...
At my dads place over the weekend and he found (in the archives) my management training paperwork from Pizza Hut back when I was a young un.
Just read it through and cringed a bit at the thought of the uniform
When we had that pizza a few months back I did notice you looking discerningly upon the scatterization of the pepperoni as only a professional would. I should have known back then that you are a man of the pizza world. Or should I say 'were' a man of the pizza world. Do you get phone calls from the boss telling you he needs one more job doing? And then your like 'I'm retired' and he's like NO BADGERS NOT THIS TIME NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NOT THIS FACKING TIME BADGERS and then he comes round to try and get you to do this last important pizza and your wife ends up blowing him away with a shotgun from the porch steps?
Or am I confusing you with someone else?