Once when I worked at this company that outsourced print work to India, we sent them a menu to reproduce.
They sent it back with Diet Cock on the menu. I wish I could say I returned the menu to the original customer unchanged.
Another time, one of the girls had to call the customer to clarify some text on the job information they had faxed.
"What comes after oral but before assplay?" she had to ask. Yeah, we used to get jobs for New York prostitutes.
The sad jobs were the obits for obvious gang members in Chicago. They were usually accompanied by flashy photos and shout outs to Kong and "R.I.P. Baby Loc" and such.
Seeing these things was the best part of my job.
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