Good heavens. If all the kids who pulled food pranks were sent to jail...the cafeteria there would be serving one surprise after another.
When I was a young lass, I worked at a German deli-restaurant where the boys behind the meatcase would wipe their penises on the coldcuts. Cook your food at home if you want everything spooge- and smegma-free. The food-service industry is a bit like a circus, and it comes with its own version of clowns with seltzer bottles.
The Australian catering fraternity has a similar tradition, usually reserved for serial complainers, known as "the dip around". This involves all the kitchen staff placing their plonkers in any liquid dish to be served, and occasionally micturating in soup.
Viz magazine in Britain has had a regular theme involving vindictive sculleryhands wanking into auteur and gourmand Michael Winners soup; I don't know if this is based on an actual event, or apocryphal.
I do make a point of not bitching about service or quality at a restaurant until I've finished eating, knowing what a vengeful pack of scamps tend to work in the trade.
Posted by: Habib at December 18, 2006 08:19 PMDon't get snippy with these guys. Don't do it. They'll be in the back getting the grim satisfaction of defiling your dinner.
Posted by: Donnah at December 18, 2006 08:24 PMI have to believe this is an anomaly and not the average thought processes of the male species.
I just don't get why the peter is used when food is involved?