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Four boring jobs. Four bored idiots. Witness the workday ramblings of a quartet of morons breaking the chains of tedium before nipping off to the pub. Atop Mount Drinkmore, every hour is Happy Hour.
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7 comments:
Where are they gonna put the luxury box seats -- in your armpits?
Well, I guess it depends on what your definition of "luxury" is...
I don't even know what my definition of "is" is...
(This response made possible by a grant from the Clinton Foundation for Oral History.)
Can you get pec implants with hooks attached? So you can hang things off them, like ornaments, hand towels, hats, etc?
That would really give new meaning to the phrase "nice rack"...
The only reason I ask is because I remember resting by beer bottle on the top of my gut at the Holiday party and thinking that it wasn't really such a bad thing.
I'm just gonna go weep for a while now.
Funny how an innocent moment of dyslexia when asking the kitchenware employee to see the "spice rack" can earn you a slap in the face.
I just needed a place to store my cumin...
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