The grossest thing I ever heard, came from a friend of mine who was a vet's assistant.
Apart from all the "regular" duties involving badly mutilated animals, and the birth, sh*t and p*ss duties - the artificial insemination and cross-breeding chores included (and I jest not here) WANKING dogs, and having them shoot into test tubes! Just enough to say that dogs have no sense of direction!
(I hope no-one is eating a sandwich at present!)
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Well.. I was but I think I'll make myself another one. It just so happened I was eating a mayonaise sandwich. That sounds like a very, very interesting job. I'm sure.
And with Dr. Madio the Outdoor Guy...well it's probably best you're not there anyway. Could have always said 'Uh, I'm..testing out the tent...and...DIE!' that's when you throw a bottle of gas at him..or hit him over the head with an entrenching tool. Just like the Allies did in WW1.
And with Dr. Madio the Outdoor Guy...well it's probably best you're not there anyway. Could have always said 'Uh, I'm..testing out the tent...and...DIE!' that's when you throw a bottle of gas at him..or hit him over the head with an entrenching tool. Just like the Allies did in WW1.
Well, seems that last story of mine killed this thread!
Didn't have a student job, but it does help when your parents are millionaires.
Can.. I have them?
I've been working in the restaurant of my friend's father for 4 years now and still enjoying it but it can be really stressing, especially over Christmas.
But I like it, it's great fun cos I get to work with my best friend and I know her family very well so it's like home for me.
But I like it, it's great fun cos I get to work with my best friend and I know her family very well so it's like home for me.
I also used to cook for my brothers' Italian fast food take away place.. I loved it..except for when I burnt my face and became horribly disfigured. Well, not really. Just a little scar nothing much. I usually tell people I was fighting a lion and he got a lucky punch in. Lions can punch, you see?