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Nightmare fuel. My god.
Whats up with the British perverting H.R. Pufn Stuff? Kinda like Wonderbang Island.
The narrator clearly indicates that this is a Saturday.
Hugo Gorilla is lying to you!
That's just how the british pronounce Friday.
The irritated nard has a demon voice.
Mr Blobby was basically that co-worker who only gets to drink once a year and goes way overboard, but made out of foam rubber.
"A Sun article published the previous month had reported that Blobby reduced a young girl to tears after throwing her birthday cake onto the floor during a show, causing the girl's father to mount the stage and assault Blobby."
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God I hate that co-worker. Back when I worked in the Arts sector we'd throw pretty extravagant Holiday parties that would make Mr. Nakatomi jealous, because, well it's a whole bunch of drama queens. And there'd always be at least one guy who turns out getting to pukey-drunk state making a total ass out of himself, and I'm the one who's criticized the next day for having a couple of beers like a normal person and leaving the party at an appropriate time.
As for the Sun article, you'd have to be pretty stupid to hire this character for a childrens' party, since he was on late night programming in England, and not assume that something like that would happen. He's basically Tom Green in a blob suit.
Seasonal drinkers are the worst. They're honestly a total liability.
I once worked as a duty manager in a very large 'family' hotel and the holiday season was nightmarish mostly due to the influx of work parties et al who were having their only week/weekend away for the year.
Standard behaviours from that crowd:
Fucking/wanking in the hallways or in front of housekeepers: Innumerable times.
Domestic violence in the dining area, causing cops to be called: twice a week.
Setting off the fire alarms, causing full evac to be in effect: at least twice a week.
Walking right into a full brigade kitchen to make obnoxious demands for food after service: 3-4 times a week.
Attempting to break into the locked Sauna/Pool area: 6-8 a week.
Demanding that I do not close the bar at the legally-required hour, to the point of threatening violence: Nightly.
The only customers who ever ticked all of those boxes were party members of the fairly notorious FPoE.
Horrible people, it was a big part of breaking myself out of that industry in the end though, so I guess I at least owe the seasonal fuckers that much!
Heh.. naturally I read that as PoE.
Back when I was married we had a cousin's wedding way up in the Upper Peninsula, and I always worried that shit would hit the fan because they come prepared: besides the free bar my in-laws would bring along their "booze suitcase" which is exactly what it sounds like: there was enough liquor in there to give anyone alcohol poisioning if you drank it all, and they don't like to share so it was pretty much the four of us. But that's OK, since everybody (at least 50 of us) had their own supply, but besides causing a mess (mostly bedsheets thrown around and whatnot and making a lot of noise) nothing much to report except for drunkos at a wedding.
The booze suitcase is actually a pretty solid idea hah!
Yeah as far as in-laws go I got pretty lucky, and they were fun until shit hit the fan (hard) and who's side are you gonna take when that happens?
The weirdest was my brother and sister-in-laws' wedding, where we booked an entire floor at the downtown Hilton in Milwaukee Wisconsin like a year in advance, and nobody stopped to think that it was not only the annual Harley Davidson gathering, but also the 100th Anniversary Gathering. Downtown Milwaukee's an echo chamber because of the lake, and the sound of over 1,000,000 Harleys revving up all over town made for one grumpy bride the next day. I was expecting some cool shit to go down, since everybody else in the Hilton were Harley enthusiasts, but actually we were the rowdy ones.
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