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.
'I had to sack him'.
'Why?'
'I caught him with his dick in the potato peeler'.
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(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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