Shops and SupermarketsI used to work in a supermarket where the girl on the deli counter cut off the top of her finger in the meat slicer, but was made to finish her shift before going to hospital. You can now pay £100 to shoot zombies in the store's empty shell, haunted by poor dead nine-finger deli girl. Tell us your tales of the old retail experience, from either side of the counter
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 10 May 2012, 13:50)
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jizz on toast!Bird nuts! Way I walk! Fucking Jesus on a pogostick! I've banged my head on the floor til I see stars, but it just keeps on being funny. Mum emailed to say that Uncle Herbert swalloed a pool ball when he heard about it and dropped dead where he sat - in the driver's seat of the school bus. Five dead, they say on the news . . . but laughing as they went flaming into the precipice.
Flora, the boss's mother, just had a stroke when she read it. They've wired my testes to a car battery and the smell of burning hair is repellant, but I just keep hearing that punchline. Way I walk!
The way I fucking walk! Who cares if my nads are parboiled!
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