I Don’t Want To Work

My new job has presented a market where everyone seems hell bent on spending money before the year ends.  WTF?  I’ve been busier than a $2 whore on Nickel Night. 

I have road rage (Shocker).  If I had a dollar for every time I said, “What the f**k is this guy doing?” I wouldn’t have to work.

New Stupidity Tax: You show up at someone’s house and they say, “Welcome to our humble abode.” – Cha Ching! – $10.  Thanks, Troy T.

Britney Spears wearing a see-through dress.

In a bit of irony, Issac reneged on selling his furniture to me.  After spending $380 on a moving truck, and about the same in gas, he discovered that the furniture didn’t fit through the door of his new place in Michigan.  Sweet.

Wiley, here’s your favorite horse race, and arguably the best horse race of all-time; the 1989 Preakness.  I don’t know what the Japanese sh-t is, but this is the only video I could find.  Hey, those people like to gamble too. 

Those people; listen to yourself.  You’re a rabid anti-dentite!  Oh, it starts with a few jokes and some slurs.  “Hey, denty!”  Next thing you know you’re saying they should have their own schools.

From the Bob and Tom Show, Sean Morey sings “Dear Santa”.

No one can resist my Schweaty Balls.

If you’re in the mood to blow off work (and who isn’t), here’s the site to visit.  They have 101 Christmas videos you can watch online.  Screw the job.  Stick it to the man, and enjoy using his free internet access while you piss away the rest of the year.

I just want to bang on the drum all day.

Benny