(gestures to his sandwich) Want a taste?
No thanks. I don't really care for your meat.
Blink.
Uh, that is - uh, your salami.
Blink.
Ahem: I don't enjoy the flavor of this variety of Oscar Meyer luncheon meat. Damn.
Showing posts with label Yow. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Yow. Show all posts
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Thursday, March 29, 2007
She can catch me anytime!
The job hunt continues!
Remember The Pretender?
(Ms. Parker, yow!)
Remember The Pretender?
(Ms. Parker, yow!)
Which jobs could you get away with faking it for just seven days?
How about:
Substitute Teacher (anything but math or foreign languages)
Psychiatrist (Simply nod a lot and take notes)
Programmer (Just look thoroughly focused and take 2 hour lunch breaks*)
Horse Whisperer (C'mon, why not - it's not like the horse is gonna tell on you)
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*Sounds posh, but they tend to stay very late and work weekends too
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