We were changing shifts at the fish sticks factory at the grinder station....
I was at the end of my shift, spattered with oily fish gore, and had my hand in the corkscrew feeder trying to pull a stick bit of bone out. My coworker, in his fresh beginning of shift uniform, reached in to help and his dry cotton sleeve caught and he was pulled in to a gruesome death. As I stood ...
Why'd the apple jump in the grinder?
He was suicider.
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