scene: the weekly meeting this morning, chaired by the head gaffer [female]. today incidentally happened to be her birthday also. and unsurprisingly, the supremely idiotic gaffer bought a birthday cake for her.
the rest of us sang the obligatory happy b-day tune the minute the head gaffer parked herself. and then she proceeded to portion the cake equally - after blowing the candle, blah - which was duly distributed.
as the meeting was about to commence, 15 of us put aside our slices. except a pair of bint's who stuffed their mug's immediately. one of whom was the supremely idiotic gaffer's 23-year-old slapper-faced mistress.
i can't really blame the other, given that she's mighty horizontally-challenged. she has gotta feed herself on the hour, innit?
as enscribed by the letter b @ November 16, 2004 09:20 AMthere's a term in hokkien - my chinese ancestral dialect - for such folk: utterly greedy ghosts.
as blahed by the letter b @ November 17, 2004 02:17 AMGuess that's why they call them sponge cakes...to soak up all the spit...blahhhh
as blahed by sidekick @ November 16, 2004 01:55 PM