Finbar Sexyton.
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Finbar Sexyton.
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If my Husband pushed me in the face like President Macrons Husband and exposed me. I would kick him in the nuts.
What you on bout mate!Send him in to vc give the girls something to look at
How many people you know going from Abbott to Boston and how many ppl doing the opposite?how much better is Boston compared to abbots
It's unreal lad, free toilet breaks constantly and as many poached eggs as I want. All ye AV drones keep waiting on the redundie hahahahahahow much better is Boston compared to abbots
Yes they're going to move them all to Kilkenny soon. Either commute, relocate, or quit. Easy way to avoid redundancies.Are the rumours about the weekend shift true?
what are you talking about?Yes they're going to move them all to Kilkenny soon. Either commute, relocate, or quit. Easy way to avoid redundancies.
Start applying for Boston, MSD, and pinewood ASAP. This is not a drill or some pathetic attempt at being funny like the others on this gossip page.
Typical operator incapable of reading.what are you talking about?
Typical 'trust me bro' conspiracy theorist.Typical operator incapable of reading.
Yes they're going to move them all to Kilkenny soon. Either commute, relocate, or quit. Easy way to avoid redundancies.
Start applying for Boston, MSD, and pinewood ASAP. This is not a drill or some pathetic attempt at being funny like the others on this gossip page.
At Abbott Vascular, cool and clean,
Where catheters glide through veins unseen,
One man stands out in lab coat white—
A pickle-eater, noon and night.
While others sip their tea or snack,
He pops a lid, leans slowly back,
And from the jar with practiced flair,
He lifts his prize into the air.
No fuss, no flair, no idle talk,
Just crunch and brine on every walk.
“Sharpens the mind,” he’s known to say,
“Cuts through the fog like light of day.”
And though his work is steel and thread,
It’s vinegar dreams that fuel his head.
In hearts repaired and vessels cleared,
The pickle’s role is rightly revered.
At Abbott Vascular, cool and clean,
Where catheters glide through veins unseen,
One man stands out in lab coat white—
A pickle-eater, noon and night.
While others sip their tea or snack,
He pops a lid, leans slowly back,
And from the jar with practiced flair,
He lifts his prize into the air.
No fuss, no flair, no idle talk,
Just crunch and brine on every walk.
“Sharpens the mind,” he’s known to say,
“Cuts through the fog like light of day.”
And though his work is steel and thread,
It’s vinegar dreams that fuel his head.
In hearts repaired and vessels cleared,
The pickle’s role is rightly revered.
Finally got my iPhone 12 fixed after 3 years, please do not give a phone to Nathan Harvey. I do not recommend!
Anyway, I’m on my way up to VC B shift in the next few weeks from secondary pack… what’s it like? I heard that nasty piece of work Amy L is gone from there so that sounds like a plus. Looking forward to meeting some old faces once again.
Yours,
Seamus McAnus