No Complaints
Contrary to my stated purpose for this blog, I'm not always a bitter bastard. After comparing my two managers at this God-foresaken internship, I feel relieved and refreshed...maybe even energized! Well, that part isn't true. I only get that true jolt of excitement from anything that rhymes with secks or boaling.
Therefore, I end this post with an off-color joke that I definitely did NOT make up. What's the worst part of eating vegetables? The wheelchair. (I know, I hear hell is nice this time of year). It's probably worse that I repeated the joke. Oh well, you read the Jerk Store disclaimer.
Therefore, I end this post with an off-color joke that I definitely did NOT make up. What's the worst part of eating vegetables? The wheelchair. (I know, I hear hell is nice this time of year). It's probably worse that I repeated the joke. Oh well, you read the Jerk Store disclaimer.
posted by grgcu1981 at 9:51 AM
1 Comments:
No no no, you told that joke all wrong.
What's the worst part about eating vegetables?
The BAYBEEE.
And you're ghey.
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