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Post by bearhunter on Sept 26, 2007 2:34:48 GMT
I see Blessed Mary McAleese is coming down my way next month for a visit. Is there anything you'd like to pass on when I meet her? I'm imagining that Wasp will want to tell her to feck off... ;D
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Post by Jim on Sept 26, 2007 10:34:50 GMT
Ask her can I have a job?
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Post by Wasp on Sept 26, 2007 15:48:40 GMT
Ask her does she take it up the ..........No ask her does she miss me.
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Post by bearhunter on Sept 26, 2007 20:55:10 GMT
Setanta: she says yes, but clean up after yerslef this time, ye grubby little bollix.
Jim: She says "No problem, give Bertie a ring (and 10K in a brown envelope) and he'll see you right."
Wasp: She says "No I don't - that's the Queen he's thinking of. And no, I don't miss him..."
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Post by Jim on Sept 26, 2007 21:00:28 GMT
It'll take me a good year to come up with 10k. Can't I just buy him a new anorak to do his dodgy dealings in?
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Post by bearhunter on Sept 26, 2007 22:51:53 GMT
Ah Jim, have ye no...emm..."friends" who could lend ye the money. Just until ye get back on yer feet, like?
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Post by Jim on Sept 27, 2007 12:26:12 GMT
Suppose I could join the NZ police Bear.
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Post by bearhunter on Sept 27, 2007 20:24:10 GMT
Suppose I could join the NZ police Bear. As long as you promise to never leave your souped-up V8 Commodore and actually walk the beat you'd be fine Jim. |
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Post by Jim on Sept 27, 2007 21:12:24 GMT
sounds like the job for me im a lazy bastard anyway
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Post by bearhunter on Sept 28, 2007 8:22:41 GMT
About 10 a year. Which gives you six weeks paid leave a year, plus at least a week bereavement (how many grannies can you have anyway?) and they give you a gun. But the best bit is when you PERF (stress leave out) and get a job as a security consultant and charge $250 an hour. I'll be your manager lads, go for your lives!
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Post by Jim on Sept 28, 2007 13:14:15 GMT
New Zealand here I come.
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Post by bearhunter on Sept 29, 2007 0:22:36 GMT
Good man Jim, I'll pick you up at the airport and drive you to the Bacon Factory...ooops, police college.
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