Vague
So at my last job, I had long hair and a beard. I was quickly nicknamed Jesus by my colleagues. It was an advertising agency, people really are this creative. Nevertheless, it stuck (I still get called it today ffs) and I was happy to take the jokes and the associated kudos of being the son of God. But then a devout catholic joined the agency. I was worried we might all be causing her offence, but she didn't seem to mind. And it all carried on. Then she started hitting on me via email quite provocatively, while also quoting scripture and whatnot. Yes, she was trying to 'nail' Jesus. Not me, you understand, but the person she thought I looked like. Very odd. Anyway, she got fired and life went back to normal. I changed a few glasses of water to wine, fed some orphans or whatever and enjoyed myself (except at Easter when I took some time off). My leaving speech from the agency was in the form of a sermon. And my leaving card, somewhat annoyingly, was a six-foot solid wood cross, painted white and signed by everyone. I was made to perform the dragging of the cross bit from the passion while everyone laughed. Cunts. But I still love them.
( mrlogic is copying your beard, Thu 26 Mar 2009, 14:57, 1 reply)

"Let your body mo-oove to the mus-ic"
Sorry! I couldn't help it...
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Thu 26 Mar 2009, 14:58, closed)