That's when I knew it was over...Nice and simple this week. Just tell us the exact moment you knew that relationship, that job or that penchant for custard-dipped young boys was over.
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chthonic, Thu 21 Jul 2005, 10:45)
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wheni told the manager of a well known pizza restraunt chain, in no uncertain terms to "shove the job up her f**king fat arse" and promptly went to walk out. only to find hitlers sister (aka ex boss) blocking my way and trying to escort me out the back entrance. then, she demanded the shirt i was wearing (staff uniform). i told her where to go and stormed out.
and ive still got the shirts (3 of them).
and i made her cry.
serves her right, stupid bint.
(, Thu 28 Jul 2005, 0:12, Reply)
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