Stol_King.
I too am having problems with the aviation legends that inhabit my employers pilots room. It would seem that the size of my appendage (which has its own postcode, day care centre and starring role in the next Tarantino film you know) coupled with my outrageous good looks is contributing to a situation where it's just not fun to go to work anymore.
I've tried everything you know but these Australian flyboys just won't accept me unless I agree to have facial surgery that leaves me looking like a surprised version of Michael Caton, electric shock therapy that should leave me with intellectual ability of a confused roadsign as well as signing an agreement that limits my clothes and basic shopping needs to the geographical confines of Blacktown City (southern side)
Whats a lad to do???
Please help......I don't think I can take this torture any longer
