Last night I dreamed that me and another bloke had reversed our truck up to a loading bay in a factory.
It was a biscuit factory so concerned about hygiene. The shutter on the bay opened and this guy in overalls called us over and in an embarrassed, confidential tone, said: “There is something you need to know about this factory. When we built it there was a pig farm on the site and one of the conditions of being allowed to build here was that we had to keep the pigs”.
As he said this a MASSIVE pig backed out of the loading bay and shit all over the platform.
Make of that what you will…