I’m still waiting for those job hunting tips, asshole. Try and keep up, ok?
I have my Big Macs custom packaged in containers made from the hide of Yangtze River dolphins. I have no idea what I’m going to do when they run out.
First come, first serve. I generally limp somewhat on the way to the door, just for show.
Toby Keith is the finest American songwriter of the past fifty years. Dylan, Springsteen, Fogerty, Brian Wilson: all of them pale in comparison to the genius that is Keith. How do you like me now?
No, in your case, the asshole gets the kitchen implement. :mad:
Q: How do you kill a hippie?A: Hide the food stamps under the soap. He’ll starve in three or four weeks.
Assholes Local 133 is a pretty anarchic bunch. I don’t think this will make it to disciplinary council.
Here’s what you do. Fill a resume (pronounced reh-zuh-may; I can’t be bothered to figure out how to type the French diacriticals) full of wonderful and fictitious achievements. Back the reh-zuh-may up with a similarly specious interview. When the recruiter offers you a job, tell them they’ll need to speak to your agent first. When they ask who your agent is, unzip your pants.
Trust me, there are only good outcomes to be had here.
Its not assholes that do that its codgers.
The asshole is the one tailgating you in the slow lane.
That’s because you rarely see needy, clingy assholes. And if you do, well, they have surgery for that now.
Now, back to pestering our host asshole. You’re not going to get bleached, are you?