What do you do for a living? How much do you make,

**waldo** · 08-11-2009, 07:11 AM

Originally Posted by SiggyZ

I sell crack behind one of the local strip clubs. My take home is around 350g's per month.

you sir ROCK!

**waldo** · 08-11-2009, 07:13 AM

Originally Posted by Blackbird-WS6

i stand on the side of the onramp of the highway holding a sign saying...... I WORK FOR FOOD.... i make about 3 cookies an hr

I love cookies, what kind do you usually receive?

**waldo** · 08-11-2009, 07:43 AM

Originally Posted by 86 IROC-Z

I use monopoly money to pay for my bills. That way I save the real money. Buy my book and discover other ways to wealth.

I bought your book and was one page away from completion when I ran out of blue, black and green crayons.

**98Hardtop** · 08-11-2009, 09:11 AM

Originally Posted by 86 IROC-Z

My job is so fucking unbelievable. I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:

First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.

The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career oppertunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat.

But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single fucking day.

Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.

Classic! Great post.

**Blackbird WS6** · 08-11-2009, 07:03 PM

Originally Posted by waldo

I love cookies, what kind do you usually receive?

it depends what the small kids throw out the window at that time witch is good b/c i dont what the same kind all day lol

**The Project** · 08-12-2009, 05:07 AM

Originally Posted by 86 IROC-Z

My job is so fucking unbelievable. I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:

First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.

The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career oppertunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat.

But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work. Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single fucking day.

Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.

How about you and I kill the stoner, steal his stash, get the other two chicks really high and post the orgy on you tube.....the dog can film it