Food safety songs!
lol! I was reading Magenta's topic: http://www.ifsqn.com...r-had-a-recall/ and this just came into my head... I know I'm not normal and I think this just verified it.
*Food Safety Team?*
Knock knock knockknockknock.
We're gonna have a recall
I wanna run away.
Somebody didn't check a CCP
Now FSSC is after me
and I can't get away!
I gave them all the training
they knew what to do
I wish they could tell me whyyyyy.
We're gonna have a recall...
Does it have to be a recall?
*Go away Quality*
O.K. Bye.
:roflmao:
I guess perhaps I should add some context in case people are over the age of 12, don't watch Disney movies, or don't have kids. The original song is "Do you want to build a snowman." it's the first part of the song.
you need help .......I think there is probably medication available that would assist....take some quickly........!!! ha ha
or....
if this food safety song thing gets out of control you could very well end up like Carl Winter!!! :roflmao:
Mike
I'm kinda like Scar.
Simba: Uncle Scar you're so weird.
Scar: You have no idea.
(The Lion King)
you need help .......I think there is probably medication available that would assist....take some quickly........!!! ha ha
or....
if this food safety song thing gets out of control you could very well end up like Carl Winter!!! :roflmao:
Mike
Lol! I watched "The Gambler" it was pretty good honestly. A lot of ppl were kinda harsh but I think it would be great for kids to learn about food safety.
Lol! I watched "The Gambler" it was pretty good honestly. A lot of ppl were kinda harsh but I think it would be great for kids to learn about food safety.
One of my favourite Carl Winter songs (yes I admit that I bought the CD!!!!)
Mike
lol! I was reading Magenta's topic: http://www.ifsqn.com...r-had-a-recall/ and this just came into my head... I know I'm not normal and I think this just verified it.
*Food Safety Team?*
Knock knock knockknockknock.
We're gonna have a recall
I wanna run away.
Somebody didn't check a CCP
Now FSSC is after me
and I can't get away!
I gave them all the training
they knew what to do
I wish they could tell me whyyyyy.
We're gonna have a recall...
Does it have to be a recall?
*Go away Quality*
O.K. Bye.
:roflmao:
Hmmm I was initially thinking Pat Benatar's , you better run, you better hide, but it did not quite fit. Wanna build a snowman makes much better sense.
My son is 31, so I think I missed that Disney song.
*feeling grateful*
Martha
My son is 31, so I think I missed that Disney song.
*feeling grateful*
Martha
Frozen is a great movie.
Frozen is a great movie.
I saw the last 3/4 of it the other night, and it was a good movie. Hans Christian Andersen wrote some good stuff, and Disney treated the stories well. I'm not so keen on the Disney songs, though.
Martha
I saw the last 3/4 of it the other night, and it was a good movie. Hans Christian Andersen wrote some good stuff, and Disney treated the stories well. I'm not so keen on the Disney songs, though.
Martha
I like about half of the songs in the movie. My favorites are Do you want to build a snowman, Let it go, and the refrain for The first time in Forever when Anna meets up with Elsa in the ice castle.
I'm a little biased because the short version of my youngest daughter's name is Anna... so...
D%*mn now I have to want to build a snowman stuck in my head when I just got rid of "Let it Go".....your an evil, evil man....okay maybe that is a bit harsh.....depending how long it takes for me to get it out of my head :eek_yello:
And no, I don't want to build a fffffffing snowman!!!!
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D%*mn now I have to want to build a snowman stuck in my head when I just got rid of "Let it Go".....your an evil, evil man....okay maybe that is a bit harsh.....depending how long it takes for me to get it out of my head :eek_yello:
In the immortal words of Nelson: "Ha Ha!"
Glazed look on face .... I can watch frozen 3 times before breakfast!
And no, I don't want to build a fffffffing snowman!!!!
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Awwww... I hate snow and even I have a compulsion to make an Olaf snowman...
Perhaps OT - unless you count beer as food and are confused about the difference between food safety and employee safety -
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For a change:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q-GLuydiMe4
Ooh, I LOVE that video! I play Minion Rush on my Kindle Fire, addictive. :silly:
Love the minions :wub: :wub:
Oops I said the X word!!!
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It's too soon to be talking about Christmas!!!! I'm not ready!
How about Minions at Christmas?
Minions, Snoopy and Christmas.......now that's cute!
The president of our company wrote this prior to our auditor arriving for our BRC audit. Name of auditor replaced with *
A Visit from St. ____
With apologies to; Clement Clarke Moore
'Twas the night before BRC, when all through the shop
All the workers were hopping they were ready to drop;
Procedures were vetted, and double checked with care,
In hopes that St. * soon would be there;
The workers were confident, secure in their heads;
While visions of process danced ‘cause of their meds;
And JP in his office, and I to my sorrow,
Had just settled our brains for the audit tomorrow,
When out in the plant there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what the f*** was the matter.
Away to the warehouse I flew like a flash,
Tore into the plant - JP even dropped his stash.
The lights with their glint of shatter resistant glass,
Gave a lustre of twilight to inventory below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a semi of milk powder; Meals-on-Wheels stuff ready to go.
There was the auditor, Mr. * the name.
I knew in a moment it was * of fame.
More rapid than eagles his audit requests were sent,
And he whistled, and shouted, as our employees did vent:
"Need schedules! Need audits! Need training and tests!
More documents! And samples! BRC wants the best!
From the top of the racking! to the foot of the docks!
He tested and sampled and questioned our locks!
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So all over the office the paperwork flew
With ledgers of documents, and St. * too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard at the door
The knocking and pounding wanting data – even more.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Across the office St. * came with a bound.
He was dressed all in white, from his head to his toe,
And his clothes were all cleaner than a rack cleaned by Joe;
A laptop of info was tucked under his arm,
And he looked like his findings could be summoned with a charm.
His eyes—how they twinkled! When findings appeared,
His fingers captured info - no issues deferred.
His shoes tied tight the laces - a bow,
And the skin on his hands was as clean as new snow;
The stump of a pencil he held tight in his teeth,
And the aura of expertise, encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a cragy face and a washboard like belly
A veritable image of Daniel Craig from the telly.
He was clean-cut and neat, a pro through and through,
But I quaked when I saw him, didn’t know what to do;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled in reports; then he turned with a jerk,
And laying his hand on the table nearby,
He gave a knowing look as a spider dropped from the sky.
He sprang from his chair, to the arachnid gave a nod,
And marked us right down – no bugs on this bod!
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“BRC is the certificate you wanted – ALL RIGHT!”
The president of our company wrote this prior to our auditor arriving for our BRC audit. Name of auditor replaced with *
A Visit from St. ____
With apologies to; Clement Clarke Moore
'Twas the night before BRC, when all through the shop
All the workers were hopping they were ready to drop;
Procedures were vetted, and double checked with care,
In hopes that St. * soon would be there;
The workers were confident, secure in their heads;
While visions of process danced ‘cause of their meds;
And JP in his office, and I to my sorrow,
Had just settled our brains for the audit tomorrow,
When out in the plant there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my desk to see what the f*** was the matter.
Away to the warehouse I flew like a flash,
Tore into the plant - JP even dropped his stash.
The lights with their glint of shatter resistant glass,
Gave a lustre of twilight to inventory below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a semi of milk powder; Meals-on-Wheels stuff ready to go.
There was the auditor, Mr. * the name.
I knew in a moment it was * of fame.
More rapid than eagles his audit requests were sent,
And he whistled, and shouted, as our employees did vent:
"Need schedules! Need audits! Need training and tests!
More documents! And samples! BRC wants the best!
From the top of the racking! to the foot of the docks!
He tested and sampled and questioned our locks!
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So all over the office the paperwork flew
With ledgers of documents, and St. * too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard at the door
The knocking and pounding wanting data – even more.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Across the office St. * came with a bound.
He was dressed all in white, from his head to his toe,
And his clothes were all cleaner than a rack cleaned by Joe;
A laptop of info was tucked under his arm,
And he looked like his findings could be summoned with a charm.
His eyes—how they twinkled! When findings appeared,
His fingers captured info - no issues deferred.
His shoes tied tight the laces - a bow,
And the skin on his hands was as clean as new snow;
The stump of a pencil he held tight in his teeth,
And the aura of expertise, encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a cragy face and a washboard like belly
A veritable image of Daniel Craig from the telly.
He was clean-cut and neat, a pro through and through,
But I quaked when I saw him, didn’t know what to do;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled in reports; then he turned with a jerk,
And laying his hand on the table nearby,
He gave a knowing look as a spider dropped from the sky.
He sprang from his chair, to the arachnid gave a nod,
And marked us right down – no bugs on this bod!
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“BRC is the certificate you wanted – ALL RIGHT!”
This. Is. Amazeballs.