Meade's Ball
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I recall working many years ago for a warehouse full of gear to send to schools, and on one summers day they decided to carry out a search on all employees as they left. Now, fortunately for me, I'd positioned the cricket ball I thought I would pilfer as a gift for my friend right there in the gusset of my undies. I did feel it loosening at times as I covertly clenched the sewn leathery ball betwixt my dampened with anxiety thighs during my departing waddle, but got through the generally upper body rummage made by one of my Sri Lankan bosses and away I went, cycling for a mile or so before dismounting and letting the thieved item loose. I didn't for a few months tell my friend, the recipient of the probably now cursed present, this anecdote, but I had given the ball a wipedown before handing it to him.
Anywho, that's not a sign of the badness of Sports Direct, who sound like a nefarious bunch of cuntbags. But I suppose it is a lesson for all youngsters thinking of stealing bits and bobs from their employers to always have a good place to hide it.
Anywho, that's not a sign of the badness of Sports Direct, who sound like a nefarious bunch of cuntbags. But I suppose it is a lesson for all youngsters thinking of stealing bits and bobs from their employers to always have a good place to hide it.