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Killjoy Boffin
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The same Grannie who took us door-to-door in a vain attempt to find somewhere to clean up my little brother had some earlier experience of dog-shit. Unwisely, perhaps, she once confided that one of her merriest recollections of childhood was preparing a shit sandwich for a schoolmate. The fact that Grannie had done this and admitted it may have been our excuse for the day we ran up to her and a stately friend, proffering a dog-sausage in a Mars Bar wrapper.
"Is it choclit?" enquired the friend, affecting not to hear what we had actually shouted.
What goes around, comes around. We were certainly in deep shit for it later! :dpoo:
Someone did the opposite at a supermarket where I briefly worked. There had been a spillage of cat litter from a damaged bag so they swept it up and put it in a litter tray. Then they bought a chocolate bar, stuck it in the canteen microwave and placed the gooey, lumpy mess on top of the litter for the day shift to find.