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Volume 11 Issue 3
Apart from Megatron, the evil Decepticons were so much better than the mummy's boy Autobots.
Fire A Friend
After failing to get any of the eight jobs for which I recently had interviews, I decided that something was definitely amiss.
Big Brother Is Watching
I have had some fucked up jobs in my time, but have now, most definitely, reached an all time low.
I don't even want to try to write for the "Open Your Eyes and See" essay contest. I know I won't win so why should I even fucking bother?
When I Grow Up
I moved to New York in the late 1980s-the Jay McInerney, Spy Magazine, Donald and Ivana Trump, merger-and-acquisition, junk-bond boom-time.
Pockets Dumb Fat
Listen, Columbo. You're mad because your money comes slow, and what you make in a year, I make at one show.
I went through a major George Costanza phase in my early 20s in terms of jobs.
You know Ghostface Killer is my dad, right? I mean he's going to be my dad. Some day. All I need is five minutes of his time to work it out and I'm sure I could convince him to be my big poppa.
M.O.P. are the music industry's biggest bullies, the gun-clapping Ted Nugents of hip-hop.
If you ask any of the girls working down at Melbourne strip joint Spearmint Rhino how they feel about getting paid to wave their pink bits at people, most will tell you they're getting a pretty sweet deal.
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.