"Done a Poo"
It was only a matter of time... Another B3ta Question of the Week post, niced up for your delight. And the question is: "Slave Labour - How were you exploited as a child?"
I was paid to shovel shit.
Horse shit, at a local stables, for the princely sum of one pound a day. Kids who complained about so-called exploitation were told not to come back, "as there are plenty more young people out there who'd LOVE to work here with our wonderful horses". So, we wage slaves, thinking no further than where the next quarter of sherbert lemons was coming from, just kept our heads down and dug.
The stable owners bagged up all the crap we diligently mucked out of the stables and sold it to local gardeners for rather more than a pound a bag, a state of affairs we found distinctly unfair.
We vowed that something should be done. Something ironic.
I'd estimate then, that about 2 per cent of bags sold contained a genuine human poo, skillfully dumped by way of awful revenge. I'd love to see the state of their tomatoes.
I was paid to shovel shit.
Horse shit, at a local stables, for the princely sum of one pound a day. Kids who complained about so-called exploitation were told not to come back, "as there are plenty more young people out there who'd LOVE to work here with our wonderful horses". So, we wage slaves, thinking no further than where the next quarter of sherbert lemons was coming from, just kept our heads down and dug.
The stable owners bagged up all the crap we diligently mucked out of the stables and sold it to local gardeners for rather more than a pound a bag, a state of affairs we found distinctly unfair.
We vowed that something should be done. Something ironic.
I'd estimate then, that about 2 per cent of bags sold contained a genuine human poo, skillfully dumped by way of awful revenge. I'd love to see the state of their tomatoes.
posted by Alistair Coleman at 2/19/2006 07:23:00 pm
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This post is actually best when read out loud by the Read-Your-Post-Out-Loud-Me-Do.
This post is actually best when not read anywhere near lunchtime...
Bleurgh. (TM)
If you'd ate loads of tomatoes, the gardener's would think the horse keech was magic stuff cos all the tomatoe seeds in your poo would start to sprout as well.
Anyone for a tomatoe sandwich?
I always remember when the farm behind our house spread muck on its fields, sourced (and I kid you not) directly from the local sewage works. Autumn brought a superb tomato crop amongst the corn.
That said, nobody could bring themselves to pick any...
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