My job as a funeral director went
south pretty quick because old ladies
disliked my "so a dead guy walked into
a bar" jokes. (Humorless Hags.)
If you got paid to bitch about every
random , basic, or naturally occurring
thing on the planet the moment your
eyes opened I'd be a successful man..
but sadly the market for bitching is looking
grim so I need to do something else.
Suicidal Standup Comedian, Street Corner
Castaway in need of change, or perhaps
Fast food employee are the most likely
Fates .
Godamn...
(I wish old ladies liked dead guy
walking into a bar jokes.)
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