Never met him, but yep he's a prick. My gaffers an English man called Peter but because his dads Scottish hes decided to change his name to Jock and he now supports them in football.... W@nker.
Don't go into too much detail mate, in this electronic age it can come back and bite you on the arse.
I always try to get an image in my head. Try visualising the boss furiously ****ing in the toilets with his tiny penis because he caught a glimpse of his secretary's nipple
My MD is great, he just let's me get on with things I'm my own boss really. Me and a few lads back in the forces used to kick f** out of our bosses in town mind, drunk and wired off a few slugs and it'd be straight into a f**ing pile of them in a nightclub at least once a month. Used to be awful on a Monday going back into work, knowing that we'd get a shower of s**t coming down on us. One of the lads went overseas with a colonel on det and witnessed him having 'extra marital affairs' with a squaddie in Basrah, after that we'd use him to get us out of all the s**t, proper blackmailed the fat c**t. Then he had four of us put on the same detachment out to Basrah, we got wind that he was going to have us 'dealt with' out there by a bunch of RAF Regiment, so we were advised to all leave the forces. Colonel fatty was at a station BBQ I went to when I went back to visit my mates a few months after leaving, his wife was there too, I couldn't resist.
Somebody forgot to mention new H&S rules to me where apparently your not allowed to punch Ya gaffer. Tbh he had been a decent boss but I carried the can for summit I wasn't resposuble for and just lost it. He knows to this day he acted like a c*nt. My conscience is still clear he's isnt.
