SKY has to be the biggest purveyor of shite, Britain has ever seen.
On a sunday, no matter what paper you read, when you open your
paper, a leaflet from SKY invariably falls to the floor, fook it, you think to yourself, before picking up the offending piece of garbage and binning it, but
hey, a resounding success for SKY, you know they're the twats responsible for having bits of shite stuck between the pages of your paper, because
their name is gaudily printed in huge letters across the junk item, and this seems to be a weekly occurrence, well done, SKY marketing team, cnuts.
And if this onslaught of unwanted shite 'aint enough, we, posties, are forced to deliver SKY's worthless garbage almost every second week as a
door-to-dustbin.
The w*****s responsible ought to be lined up and shot, slowly, first a bullet in the left arm, then a bullet in the right arm,
then a bullet in the left leg, then break off for a quick fag, bacon sarnie, then back to the old grind stone, a bullet in the right leg, then, errmm, call it a
day, job satisfaction truly felt, and leave the SKY barsteward to rot.
Oh well, at least it keeps us in a job.
Just hope we can retain the payment as well 