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A Man of Wealth and Taste
Join Date: Dec 2002
Location: Out there somewhere beyond the doors of perception
Posts: 51,063
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After sitting down and reviewing those financial statements I had an awefull sinking feeling...ljust like the captain of the Titanic had right after it hit the iceberg. I threw them up in the air and said, "Fk this noise. I just can't count on the Stock Market for *****!"
Then I went to my favorite Buffet, for a little comfort if you please. After returning I sat in my favorite chair smoking one of my cheap Bundle cigars...that smell like burning rope. And I thought, U know something it doesn't matter what my accounts do...I AM FKING LOSING MONEY BY NOT WORKING. Think of all the EXTRA money I would have by working.... Ouuuuu Greed is GOOD.
So right then and there I said, "What do I know, I know guns..can I buy and sell guns for a profit...you bet I can".. So my new offical title is "Merchant of Death." Yeah I like that, kind of sinister sounding don't U think? Ohhh and you'd be surprised at how quick they sell....
and I find this to be totally amazing...I am the only person who doesn't even have to leave the house or fill out an application to get a job. THEY CALLED ME.... I got a part time job Babysitting a Truck...off course my titile is Truck Driver...but I take the truck to a Marshalling Yard...4 miles....have it weighted and WAIT to have it's number called...then I drive it to another Yard and WAIT for it's number to be called (10 miles APX) and/or go to the Convention Center and WAIT for it to be unloaded... IN OTHER WORDS I GET PAID TO DO NOTHING....My kind of job... And I get to check out the Conventions as they are constructed....SEMA is in town, and there were at least 5 Cobras parked there....It's amazing the amount of effort and money that goes into a Convention.
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Last edited by tabs; 11-01-2005 at 09:48 AM..
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