The Jobs Issue
I thought jizz moppers didn't exist anymore. Isn't it illegal to beat off in public places now?
Apart from Megatron, the evil Decepticons were so much better than the mummy's boy Autobots.
I was waiting for my girlfriend to finish thrift shopping at Aardvark's in Venice Beach when I noticed a really attractive black girl sitting on the boardwalk with an ice pack on her head.
Angela has wanted to work with dead bodies since she was nine years old.
I am a fucking narc and I work for a corporation that rents me and my fellow narcs out to your bosses for the sole purpose of getting you fired.
Yes, I'm a funeral director. That doesn't mean that I stand there in a jacket and skirt at someone's wake comforting the bereaved family. Nope.
After failing to get any of the eight jobs for which I recently had interviews, I decided that something was definitely amiss.