NEW PROFESSION AWESOMENESS: PRIVATE EYE!
So it finally happened. I quit my job at the banana factory. Too/two/to many gorillas swinging through windows and kicking down the doors to steal my lively hood. I also decided, as you can see, I am giving up on trying to figure out when two use to, it’s just 2 damn confusing. I’ve just started throwing toos out there willy nilly and seeing what happens. Like that damn gorilla Gerald does with his handfuls of turds. It’s not enough you ate my last bunch of naners!
My new profession you ask? Glad you asked or this would be a really short one sided post. Private eye. I was shooting for Private Dancer, but Tina Turner doesn’t return my candy grams.
Private Detective, or Private Dick as my business card reads ( I only made one) Is a great profession. What did I do all day? Sit in my car and stare into people’s houses from across the street.
I get to wear sweet clothes all day like a trench coat and when I do people assume I have clothes on underneath it. Which is a rad change of pace. Do you get to listen to XM satellite radio all day and smoke a pipe?
My second family in Reno: You smoke!?!?!?!?!??!?!?
Me: It’s really only bubbles… see
Family: Good. Now close your legs that trench coat is very revealing.
I get to solve crimes all the time like who is the last boy scout. I can carry a taser. It goes well with the rape whistle I had to start carrying from the midnight predator rapings.
I make my own fucking hours and I am my own fucking boss.
Guy who hired me: Hey asshole! Why aren’t you working?
Me: How do you know I am not working. Look I have a fedora, a pipe and a camera. Total Dick Tracy stuff.
Guy: You have sat outside my house since I hired you. You fell asleep for 4 hours and ate 4 subways sandwiches.
Me: Hey, Im not getting paid by the hour so stuff it.
Guy: Yes you are. I am paying your asking rate of 1 subway sandwich an hour. You’re fired!
Well, I guess I am not my own boss. Shit. Now where am I going to get some subway. I guess I could get sponsored.
Awesome Song of the Day
… and yes Tina. I do want to see you do the shimmy again.
I am not sure if the same ad plays everytime. The youtube is a wonderous invention but I don’t try to figure it out. Like popcorn chicken. But the Droid Razor commercial that just played, blew my fucking mind. Some diner guy just said you can program your phone to do things that you normally do (question marks and exclamation points). I can program my phone to watch Starship Troopers and eat a box of goldfish? Whoa. My phone can try to not cry after sexing a women? Whoa. My phone can get arrested for stalking Detlef Schempf? Whoa. Technology is amazing.
Almost like a double decker post!