That's it Jack, you are officially barred from using the staff fridge. Not only did I find half a Wellington boot lodged firmly into my custard slice but your flagrant disregard for the Marmite policy is proving troublesome. It's a two to one thing so stop bringing that muck into our canteen.
Not too mention the down right disturbing site of having a cuddly toy staring at me from the top shelf. If I have to sit through another snack time with the phrase, 'Mr. Cuddles, Protector of the Universe' ingrained on my retinas one more time, I'll kick his ass.
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| THIS IS NOT ACCEPTABLE!!! NO MARMITE IN THE FRIDGE!!! |
On a side note your current lack of written material is just plain irritating yet your expense claim for the beach house in Malibu is a site for sore eyes. We agreed to only abuse the expenses up to a £750,000 limit and now there isn't any cash left to pay off my hooker bill. If you're going to start skimming cash from the Bosses then you have to let us all know so we can join in. I hate to sound like the twatty kid at the party but unless you set Robbins and me up with a time-share then we'll have no choice to turn to arson. It's in the staff handbook so stop fannying about.
And if you've finished with it I need my copy of Bambi back, I'm feeling down and need a pick me up.
Cheers
Shaky
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