Archive for September, 2004

Bugger this I’m off to Edinburgh to stay in a wigwam.

It’s my 26th birthday today woooyay. I’ve got lots lovely pressies including many panda items

There is a “Spotlight on China Festival” which started yesterday in Leeds. We are off to a traditional Chinese music recital tonight which I am very excited about!

big fat lieing cunts (google offers “would you prefer big fat peeing cunts?) no not really but thanks for the offer
chinese fuck pictures
no suckie fuckie
“taking pictures of the coffin”
plastic surgery to look like barbie pics
“my red bush” pussy
cake that looks like poop

Fruity sweet wrappers spark complaint

“Graduates from St Blasien Jesuit College, near Freiburg, were complaining about the new wrappers for Haribo’s Maoam sweets.

In a letter to the firm, they wrote: “We are shocked at the shameless presentation of sexual practices on the wrapping, which includes not only sexual intercourse but also fellatio and cunnilingus.”

I have to agree, they look filthy, nice one!

Well it’s been a funny old week at work. I’ve had more hours this week because the boss went on holiday, though I still didn’t work full-time, it was enough to send me round the bend.

Drunk Bernard has been in twice. There was a counterfeit £20 note which when pointed out, the owner of the note ran off.

Special Barbara has been in twice also. She is special because, how can I put it, she can’t read and has some difficulties with umm everything. That’s not so say we don’t welcome her in the shop. She loves books about birds, and because she can’t read, just looks at the pictures. She bought a 2005 diary, though what she’s going to do with it is anyone’s guess! She came in yesterday and I was busy elsewhere when I hear a very loud crash. Because she’s only small and can’t reach the top shelf properly she’d managed to bring the whole shelf of books tumbling down. Thankfully not on her head.

An old woman came in yesterday with the best request for a book I’ve ever experienced,
Her: Do you have a book by or about a woman with one eye?
Me: Umm do you have a title?
Her: It has an eye in the title somewhere, I can’t remember but they are all talking about it down at the centre.” (I’m guessing our local Clarke Foley Centre for people over 50)
Me: Well if you can find a title or an author maybe we can order it for you.

So the lady goes away and 5 minutes later she comes back! This time she asks my colleague,
Her: Do you have a book by or about a woman with one eye?
Colleague: Err do you have a title for that book or maybe an author?
Her: Well I can’t remember but it was by Murgatroyd but it was something long like that. Anyways the whole centre was talking about it today. Cheerio!

And with that we haven’t seen her since. She really didn’t seem to realise she’d been in the same shop twice with the same request.

funny olympic pictures