A few years ago just after jumping ship I got a job at Unilever factory working a dog watch shift with a load of ****. Was told not to go into the mess room during the night and found out that the **** where having a kip in there and expecting me to keep out. Next night two tins of baked beans where put in the pie oven and not pierced. Should have seen the commotion when they went of. All those **** picking beans and juice of themselves and wanting to know who put the bloody tins in the oven. Vengence is sweet when taking time to exact is it not.
That's the way the mop flops.
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