My job is bless'ed unbelievable. I?ll try to sum it up for you by telling you about the folks I work with:
First, there?s the supermodel wanna-be chick. I?ll give her credit, she's pretty bless'ed hot. But she?s constantly fixing up her hair, or putting on make up. She is extremely self centered, and never considers the needs/wants/desires of anyone but herself. She?s as dumb as a box of rocks. I?m surprised she has enough brainpower to continue to breathe. She must suck a mean richard, because the boss keeps her around.
The next chick is the exact opposite. She?s probably one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, yet she?s here with us. She?s like a -10 on a scale of 1-10. I?m not sure she even showers, let alone shaves her womanly parts. I think she?s a lesbian, because whenever we pass the Home Depot, she moans like she?s creaming her panties.
Finally, and the jewel of the crowd is a bless'ed stoner. I?m not talking like an occasional toker. This guy is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I?m pretty sure after work. I would doubt he?s been sober in the last ten years easily. And he?s only 22. He dresses like a freaking beatnik throwback from the 1960?s. To make it worse, he bring his big bless'ed dog to work. Every bless'ed day I have to look at this HUGE bless'ed DOG! This thing usually walks around about ? stoned from the 2nd hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it?s trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Both of them are constantly hungry and require multiple stops at McDonalds and Burger King.
Anyway, I drive these hillbillys around in my van, and we solve mysteries and poo.
