The following Dodgers have been smited by the JDK for their crimes against Jam:
All the girls! for picking on the JDK and damaging his already delicate self esteem!
The Basserd Who Nicked Copper's Stuff For the offense of nicking Copper's stuff. You are a tw*t, whoever you are and we all hope you get run over by a tram in Nottingham. Or Liverpool. Or whereever else they have trams!
Copper For the crime of playing with her Wii instead of her Jammie pals!
I can't believe it, I've just got back from work, its 1:30 in the morning and my feet, back and legs are killing me. You see, since I've been an office person, physical work is something I've not had to do for a while, and boy am I out of practice. To say I did this job for 6 years tonite has almost killed me!!! Now i'm off to
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If a cat always lands on it's feet, and toast always lands butter side down. What happens if you strap toast to the back of a cat?
What was it you were doing, Mitch? I don't recall you saying. Presumably not office work. Or maybe there is some form of 'physical' office work that I don't know about...
Sorry, I didn't mention what I was doing! To clarify, I was working behind a Bar - in a pub - pulling pints. Now to some of you this might sound like a fantastic job...all that beer, but I didn't stop all night, it was non stop. Thankfully, I am now fully recovered after a long sleep
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If a cat always lands on it's feet, and toast always lands butter side down. What happens if you strap toast to the back of a cat?
Ahhh. I remember the days. When I was a lad (many, many years ago) I worked in the club area of a caravan park, which had late night discos and dinner functions until about 2 in the morning. I used to do a bit of bar work, a bit of sweetie kiosk work (my personal favourite), pot-boying (i.e. I was a pot-boy rather than doing anything to pot-boys). It was great. When we finished work, we'd all head out to the one burger place that was open 'til 3 - about 10 miles away, in Southbourne, then drive to a cliff-top carpark to eat 'em. There'd be about 3 car-loads of people, so we'd park the cars really close together and wind down the windows.
