I checked my wages and there it was.
I was going to make a poll but i've decided to leave it where it is.
Can't be arsed with the guilt.
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I checked my wages and there it was.
I was going to make a poll but i've decided to leave it where it is.
Can't be arsed with the guilt.
How much is that in pints?
ive never been paid more than i should have though have managed to get more in via bonuses than i should though its been subtle each time but that's cause they owe me alot of money freaking bastards.
Be grateful and if the coin was flipped im assuming ur employer'd do the same thing booze=guilt free so drink up.
If it was the other way around i'd complain that my wages were twenty squid short. :dry:
I would be and i'm not tho'
Moralistic bugger ain'tcha?
It's all in the past now.
:sage:
Interesting things morals. I once found a wallet with ID in and went out of my way to return it to the owner, but I've also found a wallet with none in and kept the cash :mellow:.
I found a wallet in a phone box once. There was I guy just coming out (of the phone box) so I asked if it was his. He replied that it wasn't so I kept it.
:o:o
It had I.D. and a passport but it was all in foreign.
Another time I found a Nigerian policeman's manbag and kept all his stuff too.
Once I found an italian lady's I.D. and money and stuff. She looked hawt on the pic so I wandered around Euston station until i found her and gave it back.
What did you do with them.
That does sound suspiciously like the plot of the new Coen Brothers fillum. 'Burn after reading' :eyebrows:
I found a purse roundabouts last Christmas time.
It had loads of cards and about 20 squids in it. Luckily I was on my way to the pub.
My mate wot lunches at length in the pub works for the tax office who also have a fucking mad fuck-off database on just about every cunt. So he got me her phone number.
I rang her and she didn't even know her purse was missing.
Anyway, she turned up and grabbed the purse and left me a thank you card with 20 squids in it, innit.
Win for every cunt.
You really aren't going to believe this anyway so I can tell you.
I contacted the chaps wife in Helensburgh. Got her to speak to her husband and say that someone had the thing he was probably shiting himself about. Arranged to meet him in a bar in a London hotel. Got him to identify himself to me to my satisfaction, in addition to some pre-agreed stuff of my chosing. Then passed the material back to him.
I kid you not, it's a true story.