Got laid off today, filed for unemployment in the state of New York so that the next time President Jesus over there mentions a job-loss statistic, I can shout with excitement, “He’s talking about me!”
Anybody need a janitor and/or a snide heavy metal commentator? Those are pretty much the only positions for which I’m qualified.
More reviews and maybe some other stuff tomorrow. Tonight we drink tobacco-flavored zinfandel and listen to old Natas records while pretending to still be of any value to anyone, anywhere, whatsoever. Who’s with me?
Yeah, that’s what I thought.
Tags: Fucking shit, Sad shit, Sorry shit