Up until 2001, Disneyland workers weren't allowed to bring their own underwear when they were in character, because normal underwear tended to bunch up and become visible under the costume. Kind of like how some models don't wear panties on the runway, except less "exotic and sexy" and more "destructive of your innocence and everything the concept of childhood represents."
Instead, cast members were issued company jock straps, cycling shorts or tights, which they had to hand in at the end of every day to be washed with their costumes.iphone 5s refurbished Of all the perks you can get pre faced by the word "company," "jock strap" really falls short way below "company car" or "company jet," and registering somewhere between "company grave site" and "company lube."
"And we want this back at the end of the week, John!"
The next day the workers would pick up a new set of briefs, silently curse the God that abandoned them long ago, slip on their shared underwear and spend the next eight hours humiliating themselves for the amusement of sunburnt children.
And in case you think we're embellishing the hellishness, just know that we weren't joking about the lice earlier: Over a period of two years, three different costumed actors caught scabies or pubic lice from their communist thongs.
Well, either that or Minnie was just a slut.
Splash Mountain gained some notoriety a few years ago for being the premier place (outside of New Orleans and Chatroulette) for wasted people to flash their junk. It got so severe that, in order to combat the trend, Disney created a position solely to search through the ride photos for rogue genitalia before displaying them on the video screens. Don't believe us (or just want to observe boobies in reduced gravity scenarios. iphone 5s refurbished you know, for science)? Well, luckily some employees started posting the photos online.
So, what's the problem? It sounds like Disney took the Happiest Place on Earth moniker a bit overboard in creating literally the best job on the entire planet, what possible downside is there?
Well, they cancelled it. In 2009, the Splash Mountain boobie hunters were reassigned, with Disney claiming that "actual inappropriate behaviors by guests [were] rare." That's right: For several years, some lucky sons of bitches punched the clock at 9AM, watched bouncing titties for eight hours, then went home with a paycheck for it and last year they lost it all. We can only presume they all promptly committed suicide afterward, knowing full well that the existential hell of cleaning up sawdust and vomit outside Space Mountain would be made all the worse by their time spent in Topless Valhalla.
Why are we assuming they're still working crap jobs for Disney, and not succeeding in other fields? How good do you think "1989 2009: Professional Boob watcher" looks on a resume?http://www.iphonereplacementscreen.top/iphone-5s5c-refurbished/
4. The Really Haunted Mansion
"I guess this is what your Nana would have wanted."
Nobody really knows when it started, or who values their eternal remains so little that they'd ask to have them scattered in a place that's probably more child urine than it is drywall , but it happens so often that security and custodial crews actually had to institute a procedure for handling it. Guards closely monitor the ride through surveillance cameras and even walk the length of the track after hours to look for suspicious piles of ash and bone fragments, presumably just further deepening their regret at signing up for that Disney Internship they learned about from their high school drama teacher.
