A fella goes for a job in the Quality Assurance
department at Durex.
The foreman takes him 'round the plant and shows
him all the
machinery and offers him the job.
"What will the role entail exactly?" Asks the
interviewee.
"Well", says the foreman, "you have to check 1 in a
hundred", and
proceeds to remove one of the rubbers from the
production line,
stretches it, holds it up to the lights, then
places it over his penis
and calls the secretary over. She proceeds to
hitch her skirt up,
pull her knickers down and bends over. The foreman
gives her a
good rogering, after he's finished he removes the
prophylactic,
stretches it, holds it up to the light again to
confirm no holes.
"Easy as that", he says.
"When do I start?" Asks the fella, unable to
believe his luck.
"Monday, 8:00 sharp!"
Naturally, our hero hardly sleeps a wink all Sunday
night, and is
outside the Durex factory waiting to get in at
6:30.
Anyway, the production line starts up and the fella
faithfully counts
as 100 ribbed black mambo's, (lubricated with
sensodol for extra
comfort). He picks up the 101st, stretches it,
holds it up to the
light to check for holes then pulls it over his old
man and calls the
secretary over. Over she comes, grabs hold of his
manhood, and
proceeds to rigorously masturbate him.
Rather startled and confused, the fella just looks
at the secretary
who says...
"Sorry, company policy. You've got to work a week
in hand"
