Reply to: Creme Egg

[BoredBloke]

I prefer chickens eggs, fried with a selection of dead pig, especially after a hard night spent ridding the world of beer!

[weboo]

Gonna have to go nick another egg off someone who has gone home, left the bloody thing on the pc over lunch - its no longer oval

So you lot sell yourselves for £40 quid, go out on a tenner and manage to get wan^&*d, know when it was invented, sleep with each others wives, have so much time that you manage to experiment with liquid nitrogen

I luv it!!!

SallyAnne, love the story
SasGuru - it may not be the arse that was aching, could be the jaw ya know

[BoredBloke]

No for!

as in 'to get a'

HTH

[Churchill]

"Yes she most certainly is and in the most surprising ways. Amazing what a surprise holiday does"

but not nearly as suprising as what she will do for a creme egg!

with

hth.

[BoredBloke]

"Yes she most certainly is and in the most surprising ways. Amazing what a surprise holiday does"

but not nearly as suprising as what she will do for a creme egg!

[sasguru]

Good job YOURS is!

Yes she most certainly is and in the most surprising ways. Amazing what a surprise holiday does

[shaunbhoy]

Oh Dear! Not on form today SB. What's the matter, missus not putting out?

Good job YOURS is!

[sasguru]

Is that all YOU charge for being such a pain in the arse then SG? You need an agent, you are clearly underselling your abilities!

Oh Dear! Not on form today SB. What's the matter, missus not putting out?

[BOBJ]

I've just finished a contract at a major bank. In the run up to the tax year end they had a campaign for branch staff to generate more business for the financial advisers. The reward was, er, one creme egg per lead generated. What a great incentive....

I'm not worrying about IR35, we got given three and I put them down as fuel

[shaunbhoy]

Did you have a sharp pain in your backside? That would explain the £40.

Is that all YOU charge for being such a pain in the arse then SG? You need an agent, you are clearly underselling your abilities!

[sasguru]

Many moons ago I was a civil servant (Cobol programmer, ITSA), and we got a free half day on Maunday Thursday (today) which we always spent at the pub.

This particular year I was absulutely skint - I was only on about £12k a year, had just moved in with a lad, really strapped for cash, so I only managed to take a tenner out to the pub with me. No cash card, no spare change, just a solitary £10.

So we left work at 11, headed straight into Newcastle to the first trebles bar we came to, and started knocking them back like there was no tomorrow!
I remember doing a time check at 1:30 - absolutely mortal, and no money left.

My mate John (who was a contractor) said he'd get me a few beers in, so we all headed off to the club the civil service had hired for us that afternoon.

Next thing I knew (and seriously, next thing I knew - I've still to this day got no memories AT ALL) I woke up in my house at 10:45 the next day.

I couldn't remember gettign home, I couldn't remember the afternoon, I didn't know where I'd been, who I'd seen - nothing!
The jeans I'd been wearing were lying on the floor, and when I picked them up I realised there was a purple stain all the way down one leg, I had £40 in notes in my pocket, and a cream egg! No other change in my pocket, no other clues!

About 6 weeks later my mate John came into work with a credit card bill - it seemed we had been for a chinese that afternoon (phew - the stain was plum sauce! ) but again, to this day I have no idea what so ever of where the money or cream egg came from.

Did you have a sharp pain in your backside? That would explain the £40.

[hyperD]

I am the Thread Killer - twisted Thread Killer!

Sorry, I am. Check out the threads. I've asked lots of questions and am simply ignored. Brain the size of a planet...

Marvin.

[freakydancer]

...but again, to this day I have no idea what so ever of where the cream egg came from.

I bet I know where it ended up...

[SallyAnne]

Many moons ago I was a civil servant (Cobol programmer, ITSA), and we got a free half day on Maunday Thursday (today) which we always spent at the pub.

This particular year I was absulutely skint - I was only on about £12k a year, had just moved in with a lad, really strapped for cash, so I only managed to take a tenner out to the pub with me. No cash card, no spare change, just a solitary £10.

So we left work at 11, headed straight into Newcastle to the first trebles bar we came to, and started knocking them back like there was no tomorrow!
I remember doing a time check at 1:30 - absolutely mortal, and no money left.

My mate John (who was a contractor) said he'd get me a few beers in, so we all headed off to the club the civil service had hired for us that afternoon.

Next thing I knew (and seriously, next thing I knew - I've still to this day got no memories AT ALL) I woke up in my house at 10:45 the next day.

I couldn't remember gettign home, I couldn't remember the afternoon, I didn't know where I'd been, who I'd seen - nothing!
The jeans I'd been wearing were lying on the floor, and when I picked them up I realised there was a purple stain all the way down one leg, I had £40 in notes in my pocket, and a cream egg! No other change in my pocket, no other clues!

About 6 weeks later my mate John came into work with a credit card bill - it seemed we had been for a chinese that afternoon (phew - the stain was plum sauce! ) but again, to this day I have no idea what so ever of where the money or cream egg came from.

[realityhack]

I am the Thread Killer - twisted Thread Killer!