The crimes come in thick and fast. Stupid customers, stupid colleagues and photo documentation of some down right awful things.

It never stops for the Bra Police...

Saturday, 30 April 2011

Drinks plz...

Waiter: do you want any other sauces (for the chips)
JT: no, this will be fine for the vultures thanks!

JJ: is this perfume? (looking at the dual salt shaker and pepper grinder)
Waiter: err... No...
Moi: it's salt and pepper!
JJ: it looks like perfume

JJ: la la la la! I don't want to hear any negative thoughts!

JJ: guess what size I am in the arabell-arr!?
JH: what size are you in the arabell-arr?
JJ: I'm a 28j
JH: what size are you in the pollyann-arr?

Moi: your a h!
JJ: no I'm not fuck off!
Moi: that's not what rigby and peller told you
JJ: I was so cross! She was such a bitch! I told her to fuck off putting me in something like that!
JH: did you really? Did you knock her out?
JJ: no... But I wanted to!




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