Are evil oligarchs allowed to jam out?
Sure. Willy Clinton had a saxophone.
But it will never make them cool even so.
Sorry, I don’t make the rules, Ant’ny, you foul goon.
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Supermoonday was also the peak effort day for me in the recent little experiment in working to generate a tiny flow of Jacksons. I almost said income, but I’ll plead the fifth there. I hear them revenooers are hiring like crazy.
I worked a pretty intense eight-hour shift and I made the world a better place, in the getting rid of shit way.
Boss Lady didn’t get me coffee or food, and she didn’t tell me where the bathroom or the water was exactly. I pissed on my lunch break at home. She did continue to say she appreciated it, and I reckon that’s true after a desperate fashion.
My bonus was a twenty year old canister Shop Vac that seems to work. I also stole some expired extra fennel from her kitchen. There’s a nice extra sleeping bag that’s probably way too small from me. I plucked it from the scrap pile for the wife maybe.
That’ll do.
Tomorrow her movers are coming and that’ll dry up my monsoon of her dollars.
That’s alright Mama. Any way you do.
I got shit of my own to get tossing and moons of my own to go witness.