the grim reeper
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A fella goes for a job in the Quality Assurance department at Durex. The
> foreman takes him 'round the plant and shows him all the machinery and
> offers him the job.
>
> "What will the role entail exactly?" asks the interviewee.
>
>
"Well", says the foreman, "You have to check 1 in a hundred", and proceeds
> to remove one of the rubbers from the production line, stretches it, holds
> it up to the light, then places it over his penis and calls the secretary
> over. She proceeds to hitch her skirt up, pull her knickers down and bends
> over. The foreman gives her a good rogering, after he's finished he
> removes the Prophylactic, stretches it, holds it up to the light again to
> confirm no holes. "Easy as that", he says.
>
> "When do I start?" asks the fella, unable to believe his luck.
>
>
"Monday, 8:00 sharp!"
>
> Naturally, our hero hardly sleeps a wink all Sunday night, and is outside
> the Durex factory waiting to get in at 6:30. Anyway, the production line
> starts up and the fella faithfully counts out 100 ribbed black mambos,
> (lubricated with sensodol for extra comfort).
>
>
He picks up the 101st, stretches it and holds it up to the light to check
> for holes then pulls it over his old man and calls the secretary over.
>>
>
Over she comes, grabs hold of his manhood, and proceeds to rigorously
> masturbate him.
>
>
Rather startled and confused, the fella just looks at the secretary, who
> says...?
>
>
"Sorry, company policy. You've got to work a week in hand"
Phil
> foreman takes him 'round the plant and shows him all the machinery and
> offers him the job.
>
> "What will the role entail exactly?" asks the interviewee.
>
>
"Well", says the foreman, "You have to check 1 in a hundred", and proceeds
> to remove one of the rubbers from the production line, stretches it, holds
> it up to the light, then places it over his penis and calls the secretary
> over. She proceeds to hitch her skirt up, pull her knickers down and bends
> over. The foreman gives her a good rogering, after he's finished he
> removes the Prophylactic, stretches it, holds it up to the light again to
> confirm no holes. "Easy as that", he says.
>
> "When do I start?" asks the fella, unable to believe his luck.
>
>
"Monday, 8:00 sharp!"
>
> Naturally, our hero hardly sleeps a wink all Sunday night, and is outside
> the Durex factory waiting to get in at 6:30. Anyway, the production line
> starts up and the fella faithfully counts out 100 ribbed black mambos,
> (lubricated with sensodol for extra comfort).
>
>
He picks up the 101st, stretches it and holds it up to the light to check
> for holes then pulls it over his old man and calls the secretary over.
>>
>
Over she comes, grabs hold of his manhood, and proceeds to rigorously
> masturbate him.
>
>
Rather startled and confused, the fella just looks at the secretary, who
> says...?
>
>
"Sorry, company policy. You've got to work a week in hand"
Phil