All apologies to "Pure Mule" (superlative drama recently repeated on RTE).
Shamie: "Scobie, wouldjevoh head on down theyoh an' throw a bihha gravel beside thah line."
Scobie: "Thah line?"
Shamie: "Aye, thah line."
Scobie: "Dunno abou' thah now."
Shamie: "Whahya mean yah doe know?"
Scobie: "Thaha be line renewal."
Shamie: "Line renewal? Thass line maintenance ya big daw!"
Scobie: "Harassment like thah will get you nowhere today bossman."
Shamie: "Scobie. Yer juss evenin' up the gravel beside thah line! If thah isn't line maintenance then whah is?"
Scobie: "I'd have tah...consult me manual abouh thah."
Shamie: "Forget the fuckin' manual and just sort it willyah?"
Scobie: "Whooaah bossman. Yer mucky boots just crossed a line there."
[Scobie flings down his shovel and stomps off to meet his union representative]
Comments (2)
Yewn-nyon Rue-els.
Yewn-nyon Rue-els.
I used to work in Secricor on the money vans. I was fucking SICK of hearing that phrase. Just do your fucking job.
We used to get 13 proper pounds for being out of the base for your lunch. Guess how many people took advantage of THAT rule, but when they tried to change it it came to
Cant fookin change somwuns wurk praktises wirrout der con-sent.
Fucking BOORS!
Rant over. Smile.
Posted by ewok | September 7, 2006 5:48 AM
Posted on September 7, 2006 05:48
here's hoping the lazy, grasping cunts get cut in half by a runaway dart. pricks.
Posted by damien | September 7, 2006 4:35 PM
Posted on September 7, 2006 16:35