by Camikaze » Thu Jun 06, 2013 1:22 pm
Well, just used my valuable lunch break to locate some molasses.
Rightly annoyed I is....
2 sellers within 350km of my house. 1 seller has no eftpos machine. My bad, in hindsight, shouda got cash out before I went.
Anywho.....
Went to the other mob. Massive place, very easy to find in a lunch break. You bewdy says I. Not so...
Me: 20L bucket of molasses thanks chief.
Him: No probs mate, bring your car aound the back.
Me: Cool.
Old mate plonks down a green steel drum full of molasses. Here's me thinkin 'gee that drum looks pretty crusty'... He picks up the drum and I spot the "BP LIMSLIP 90" label on the side.
Me: I thought you said this stuff was food grade mate?
Him: Tis, why do you ask?
Me: Cos I wouldn't be drinkin' diff oil let-alone feedin it to me horse (epic cover btw..)
Him: Well, he won't know if you don't tell him...
Me: Kindly told him to fuck off..
I should report the pricks to the RSPC-fuckin-A!
Not happy Jan..
Rant over. ;-)
P.S. HAHA!! RUMSLIP 90!