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While rambling on about my beloved friends the Curry-munchers, it suddenly came to me that we actually have an immigrational occupation issue in this country.

I mean, you read a credit application form filled out by our ethnic friends. Under “occupation” the Italian puts “Concreter”, the Curry muncher puts “Taxi-Driver”, the Maori puts “Scaffolder”, the Greek puts “Shop-keeper”, the Vietnamese put “Farmer”, the Romanian puts “Doctor”, the Japanese put “Student”, The Pommie puts “Store-man”, and and the list goes on.

What goes on here, are the Italian Concreters a legacy of Roman building times? Sounds feasible, even Japanese Students always learning, I have no problem with that. The Greeks have always seem to fancy the “Fish-n-Chips” or the “Fruit” shop, so that seems normal enough to me. History tells us the Greeks were great traders. I can also understand Vietnamese market gardens in a flower pot, but i am fucked if i can understand how the curries scored the role of taxi-driver!

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Have you ever noticed that most dickheads seem to work in the support or help industry? You know, when your cable TV dies and you ring that 1800-dial-a-dickhead number they provide?

The one where the support dickhead asks you absolute dickhead questions like “is your electricity still turned on” or “have you checked the on/off button?”. I love them, they seem to have a checklist that they are required to follow step by step, and when we try to jump a few steps by saying stuff like ” Look buddy, i am actually a retired technician, and everything is fine except for your cable”, you’ll hear this plaintive voice say ” Are you to be sure that the electricity supply for you house is still currently connected, can you to be trying a light switch for me please?”
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Occassionally, (regularly) we cross paths with dickheads that are often outstanding in their own quirky dickhead way. Well this is where we list their foolish dickhead adventures.

For example, how many times have you rang your telephone company, waited 25 minutes listening to the 1942 Top 10, heard 41 different recorded commercials for upgrading your service, and that dickhead incessantly annoying robotic voice telling you just how important your call is, and that your call has been placed in a queue etc etc…. Finally you are connected to an actual human being, who in their best dickhead voice says something like “Hello this is Rahbeesh, how crghty fnunude iu drefgt hukingtrue grangsdatr”. Read the Full Story here…