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I was working in the butcher shop with another butcher one evening.
I was taking cases of chicken and traying them into family packs. I had done a couple of cases and opened a third case. The butcher had been helping me and walked away to help some customers at the meat case.
I sliced open a bag and the chicken was rotten. I threw them away and cut open another bag. Same thing. It does happen. On the seventh bag I must have been turning green cause the butcher asked me if I was okay. I replied yeah but I had to throw this whole case of chickens in the trash cause they were rotten. The butcher had tears rolling down his face and fell doubled over to the floor. I told him that I was trying to tell him they were bad and he might want to get some air. When he could talk he told me he had been letting some S.B.D.'s fly while he was helping the customers and that there was nothing wrong with the case of chickens. Explain that to the manager.
I have always been told that you are mature when you can fart and not laugh around others. I am not mature.
I get the greatest laugh when im either driving or riding in my boss' truck, and let one rip before i get out. I used to work at a oil change shop and before we would send the car off to get washed we would sometimes add some "custom air freshener" of our own.