Last time I was in Liverpool I went to the chippy I used years ago. Bought a bag of chips and reminisced with the owner about the old days.
Eventually I asked about Michael, the owners cousin, who used to work there. At first he looked embarrassed - then told me what happened.
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'I had to sack him'.
'Why?'
'I caught him with his dick in the potato peeler'.
(looking down at the chips I'd been enjoying, but was now going quickly off)
'What did you do with the potato peeler?'
'I sacked her as well'.
Boom boom!
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