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I was always fond of putting my mate's wet towels over the balcony rail when I lived in the Alps. Frozen solid towel anyone?

Surprisingly she spat it out on the side of the fridge:lol:

One of the kitchens I used to work in we had one particularly greedy waitress, she'd help herself to anything if she thought she wasn't being watched. One evening before service I cleaned the char grill, and removed all of the charred debris from the trap below, carefully packed half into a...