so i guess hes not allergic to veneer thenThey thought I was a bit odd in the butchers shop that I did my YTS course in when I was 16 because I'd bend the tails on the pig carcasses round and shove them into the hole where their arsehole had been removed.. I only did it because the tails would hit me in the face whenever I had to go into the fridge... tail up the arse.. problem solved!
Where I work now there was a bloke, Cockney Rob, he was some kind of mixed race white / arab who looked like a fat Peter Andre and found it impossible to not talk and brag about anything and everything. Rob was shit scared of wasps and bees, one hot day a bee started buzzing around him and not going away, Rob went into a panic and was flailing his arms around like Ian Curtis on speed, thinking the bee was on or inside his hoodie, he starts frantically trying to rip it off, I yell at him to slow down or he'll definitely get stung, he slows right down and asks me to look for the bee...Now, i saw the bee fly off when he started flailing his arms around, I bent down and picked up a splinter of wood veneer off the floor and jabbed it in the back of his neck.... I've never seen a grown man jump so high and scream so loud![]()
