I was at work yesterday minding my own and getting on with work, and my team leader comes over and asks me to get some work t shirts ordered.

I hate my team leader, the name of the role has gone completely to his stupid little head, its a false title that means nothing, and was given to you to keep you happy.

We’ve got some right fatty bum bum’s in our office, and when i say fat I’m looking the other side of 25 stone. These are the kind of people that moan when they have to walk to the vending machine as its a 30 metre walk, they easily get out of breathe walking up the stairs, so often spend the next 10 minutes breathing heavily and puffing away trying to calm there heart rate down.

Rant over, i haven’t asked there size I’ve just ordered them XXXL if they complain not my fault they can’t stop stuffing there faces with pies, mars bars and diet coke.

It took me ages to find a t-shirt printing website that was easy to use and even longer for one that accommodated the chubby’s.