Best Boss Ever
As a poor student interested in beer, I took the job that fitted into this view of the world. I became a barman at a small pub near the quaint Northamptonshire village of Rockingham. I had two bosses, one an Aussie and one most definately not (who has now unfortunately left). This story concerns the latter, called Simon.

He is built like a brick shithouse and looks like a thug but is one of the nicest people you will ever meet. He used to do magic at childrens parties. I also introduced him to Sickipedia, which he absolutely adores, sometimes only going on the internet for that alone. Anyway, onto our story.

He employed a young girl called Gemma, a lovely looking lass with, unfortunately, a boyfriend. Now, she went into said pub for a meal with said boyfriend. She had a new hairstyle, which Simon commented on making her look 'like a cancer patient'. Said boyfriend's Dad had died from cancer recently, Simon knew about this but forgot until the words were out of his mouth.

If you're reading Simon, you're a fat useless cunt but I love you. Come back!
(The_Reaper, Thu 18 Jun 2009, 21:28, Reply)