Monday, April 30, 2018

The Irish Piss Taker Taster.

The Paddy, the Irish Piss Taker Taster.

Paddy, aka Patrick, was born in a small town in the Republic of Ireland. The town is called Eeehbygumwhatyagotonendofthumb. No one goes there because no Nat Sav can take in so many letters without exploding.

Unemployment is rife in Eeehbygumwhatyagotonendofthumb. In fact
with a population of 313 people, the only person with a job is the Job Centre manageress, who only turns up once a week, so drunk, she shat in the aisle of the Co-Op next door to her office.

due to universal credits, attended an interview after his benefits were cut to 50 pence a week. He had filled in a form. Under his qualifications he wrote Piss Taker.
Because it was true.
He would stay in the local pub and sit with a glass in the gents toilet by the urinals. When those that came to pass urine, he would offer his glass. He had studied biology at school and knew that 33% percent of a drunks urine still held 37% proof booze. It was logical.

Why waste such an opportunity?

Paddy became the Piss taker taster.
But he lost his benefits as his job was not recognised.

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