| Comment | I once worked at a wedding of a well known organised crime boss. Him and my boss were best mates, and I was stupid enough to hold the personnel license for the venue bar.
Safe to say I wasn't impressed when there was kilo of coke casually sitting on the head table....
I went fucking mental at my boss, if the police appeared and seen it, it was me getting done not him as I was the bar license holder.
My boss, already coked out his head, couldn't care less.
My boss was a cunt, paid each wedding in cheque which regularly bounced. So at the end of shift, I open till and spilt all the takings with the staff and never went back. |
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