I had to do the production figures for the foreman at the end of every shift and I really don’t know how I managed because I was pretty sloshed most of the time.
Dave told me the foreman liked a tipple as well so he couldn’t really say anything. It’s like the Prime Minister being a paedo, so he can’t say too much about his paedo mates in the cabinet.
I got invited to stag do for one of the guys on another shift team which had arranged a stripper for entertainment.
This was my first ever time in the presence of a stripper and some cunt thought it would be good idea to make me the star act at the end of the night by backhanding the stripper some dosh to pick on me.
She grabbed me up on the dance-floor and undresses me down to my boxer shorts. I have whipped cream all over me and her pussy is in my face, I could have stuck my tongue out and licked it but to be honest, I wasn’t in the mood. I just wanted to get the fuck out of there.
I was like, ‘How the fuck have I got myself in this position?’ Thankfully the foreman came across and stopped the strippers act, much to the chagrin of the rest of the lads who thought my humiliation was the perfect end to their night and the foreman was now being a spoil sport. I thought he was a fucking hero.
Not so funnily enough, he died at a relatively young age a couple of years later. The moral of the story being, avoid drinking ethanol on a regular basis, if you want to live to see your grandchildren grow up.
Cheers!
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