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Allright, I used to work at a little resturaunt called, and I'm totally serious, "The Ultimate Chicken". It was sort of a take off of "Boston Chicken", which is now called "Boston Market".
Anyway, my two bosses were men, who lived together and, you guessed it, plunged each others shit plumbing. Now I don't have anything against homosexuals (standard disclaimer form #972), but these guy's were pretty lame about it. Everytime I was peeling carrots, they always stared at me and made comments like "ohh, you're really good at that motion." And when I washed dishes, one of them would say "squeeze your ass together, it will keep you from getting a sore back."
So why did I stay working there? Well, first off all of my friends worked there. Second, the bosses were mad coke freaks, and my buddy sold them coke and weed, so I always hit them up for a free joint (hey, I was 18 and stupid, I have long since quit). Thirdly, they would leave at 5 PM every day, so my friends and I would have free run of the place till 8 PM, and we would get stoned off our asses until that time. Fourth, my gay bosses would always hook me up with chicks, and set up weekend hours so I would be alone with the chicks, and I'd screw them in the back room (I think it turned my bosses on somehow.) Lastly and most importantly, free food.
Well, that was my f'ed up job, how about you.
Anyway, my two bosses were men, who lived together and, you guessed it, plunged each others shit plumbing. Now I don't have anything against homosexuals (standard disclaimer form #972), but these guy's were pretty lame about it. Everytime I was peeling carrots, they always stared at me and made comments like "ohh, you're really good at that motion." And when I washed dishes, one of them would say "squeeze your ass together, it will keep you from getting a sore back."
So why did I stay working there? Well, first off all of my friends worked there. Second, the bosses were mad coke freaks, and my buddy sold them coke and weed, so I always hit them up for a free joint (hey, I was 18 and stupid, I have long since quit). Thirdly, they would leave at 5 PM every day, so my friends and I would have free run of the place till 8 PM, and we would get stoned off our asses until that time. Fourth, my gay bosses would always hook me up with chicks, and set up weekend hours so I would be alone with the chicks, and I'd screw them in the back room (I think it turned my bosses on somehow.) Lastly and most importantly, free food.
Well, that was my f'ed up job, how about you.