
The prospective employers can stand by while jeering and throwing rotten fruit. There could be hurdles, a three-legged race, pie eating, a writing assessment, something from that British show where you had to urinate in order to buzz in. Let's make it one HUGE, ludicrous spectacle. There could be judges and those not chosen get exiled to Elba. Trump could oversee the festivities. Oh the possibilities.
Subsequently, I am seeking funding for this ridiculous reality show, so if you know anyone...
By the Rolling Stones logic, it looks like I need to be unemployed.
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Listening to: The Rolling Stones - You Can't Always Get What You Want
via FoxyTunes
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