What Now
Today at my job a man was fired. A manager was fired.
This man had been on the job for 30 years and this morning he was dumped like a turd a messy turd into the toilet and flushed away quickly before the fumes kill you.
30 years and now no job. What the --.
When I heard the news, Whitney rose up and possessed me and I found myself saying Hell to the naw.
Of course there is no official word on what or why but "hell to the naw" how could 30 years disappear in a vapor no gold watch, no tribute no nothing.
Damn imagine going home to say honey guess what, "I'm unemployed."
1 Comments:
whitney rose up and possessed you?
that was pretty funny.
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