So last week I was press-ganged into joining the Full Monty team down the pub.
No, I'm not not stripping....
*shudder*
My emaciated, scarred physique on public display?
Lets not go there....
Apparently the lads just need someone to write "MERRY CHRISTMAS!" on them and no-one's volunteered themselves for it. (suprise)
So Mark, my boss, sez: "
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