Mary had a little skirt, twas split right up the sides.
Every time she wore that skirt, the boy's could see her thighs.
She also had another skirt, split right up the front.
She doesn't wear that one anymore!!!!
Once again I am the only one at my work place, not to be paid. Everyone gets their cheque on a Thursday, but not me. Because I was out yesterday it has been forgotten. Now if we had 20 or so staff working there then I could understand it. But there are just three!!! of us.
The other blokes say I should ask for it? But I find that embarrassing and have never worked anywhere where I have had to ask for my money???
Went for a drink last night at our local watering hole. The Landlord was telling me about a prog he watched about Tibetan Funerals. He said that because there was a lack of wood for funeral pyres. The local undertaker carries the body up the mountain...dissects it...and leaves it for the birds to devour. The bird carries the soul away and everyone is happy (apart from the geezer who has snuffed it, that is) I somehow don't think that will catch on here??? Especially trying to lug a 20 stone body up Mount Tor for the sparrows to peck at...it would take years?
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