Typical smackhead excuse. I once gave £20 to a smackhead who said he'd go and get me some hash from his mate. Foolishly I actually waited for him for 15 mins
He was smoking some nice white widow and I had a toot on it, so he said he'd go and get me some. For the first 10 mins I was like 'what a nice bloke' then the penny dropped
A few years ago I'd put all sorts of **** up my nose or under my tongue, sharing a spliff with a smackhead was low risk tbh
Never buy drugs off a junkie. I imagine we've all had to learn that lesson at some point. I was left waiting in a phone box for 20 minutes for this **** to come back, when I was about 17.
I once worked in a chicken hatchery. There were essentially three jobs - packing eggs in incubating trays, cleaning the floors of the incubating rooms (if you were crap at the first, the second was a nightmare as so many eggs spilled). Third job was the most enjoyable - gassing the male or deformed chicks they didnt want. I was asked to find an alternative solution when someone forgot to restock the gas bottles. Ended up drowning them in a plastic barrel. There was a fourth job which was actually sexing the newly hatched chicks but I hadnt learnt how to do that by the time I left to do a Masters Degree. Unlike Piskie we were paid in cash although we also got a tray each of 4 dozen eggs once a week. Mine went straight in the bin.
I had a cousin who was a chicken sexier at Sun Valley in Herefordshire. Apparently it's all in the beak.
Chicken Sexer! His sole job was to separate the males from the females and this can only be done by looking at the beak.