BG>> A lot of their own generic things are really brand-name

BG>> products in their own plain packaging (but you already knew that),

BG>> and it quite often says so on the packet anyway.



I once knew a bloke whose job involved taking parts out of Repco, Bosch

and other brand name boxes and putting them into Internation

Harvester Genuine Parts boxes.



 BG> True. I always check the small print before buying, and will

 BG> always take the Australian product if there's a choice, even if

 BG> it's a bit dearer.



I know Your USR modems are just rebadged Netcomms, I have some

myself.

       

BL>> I was buying some really good half-price jam from New Zealand, and

BL>> the next week it was made in Eqypt!



I would have bought the Egyptian stuff over the New Zealand jam,

myself, Ya never know what you could catch of a Kiwi packers hands.



BL>> Same packaging. No thanks! And they change. I used their cheap hair

 BG> shampoo



BL>> for years, and the bastards changed manufacturer.



 BG> In case you're interested, "Morning Fresh" dishwashing liquid

 BG> works well on hair. Detergent is basically just a water softener

 BG> anyway.



I worked with an 80 yr old bloke once that told me " He had never used

shampoo on his hair his life, just plain soap" ( he was a bald as

bowling ball, and he even had the three holes in his scalp.)





 BG> Yeah, but can you blame them? I even had some ignorant cow of

 BG> a woman ask me if she could go next the other day. All she had was

 BG> a box of Band-aids, and she reckoned that her baby was outside the

 BG> shop bleeding to death, but being a suspicious bastard, I told her

 BG> to fuck off to the end of the queue.



BG>> I just run into their ankles with the trolley. They soon

BG>> move. :)



BL>> (chuckle) I favour elbows myself, but I did my training on

BL>> Randwick racecourse. I've found the perfect way to move those

BL>> little shits of kids they seem to be breeding nowadayas. You don't

BL>> ask the mother to move the kid, you say to the kid: "Look out, or

BL>> I'll hurt you." That seems to bring mothers running from as far as

BL>> three aisles away to grab their little precious.



Wheel chairs are great for running over the little bastards that

deliberately don't see you coming.

I have a heartless twin sister that take me shopping and has scored

20 ankles in an hour and a half.



I myself ran up and over the Nikes' of one smart arse 8 yr old that

was playing with a video game in Woolies at Brown plains, one day

and he didn't even take his eyes off the game. (must of hurt him

though, cause I hit his feet so hard that the front wheels of the

wheel chair left the ground by 6 inches momenarily.

                                                   

 BG> Try standing on the little bastards' toes. That always works

 BG> for me.



So thats why you wear golf shoes to the supermarkets!!



BL>> I can't imagine why women like shopping! I keep refining my

BL>> technique to improve on my 11-minute record for a week's shopping,

BL>> but these bloody women keep baulking me.



 BG> To be fair, it's the only social enjoyment they get, apart

 BG> from watching the afternoon soapies. My favourite trick is to look

 BG> at the checkout chick's name tag (usually pinned to her left

 BG> breast) and ask her what she calls the other one. Sadly, most just

 BG> say "what do you mean?". What a waste of a good joke!



I saw one girl in coles that had a name tag on one side and a

bankcard tag on the otherside.



I said:  "Hmmm Joanne hey, and I see you take Bankcard" SLAP SLAP



Russell



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