I don’t mean to interrupt your nights of football watching, gambling, drinking, cocktail waitress flirting, Sharon’s sister sexually harassing, ice cream sundae eating, butt dialing, Facebook flame war inciting, computer breaking, computer shooting, wife’s ass kissing, bad car deal complaining, midnight snack eating, cat rescuing, pain pill popping, sleep apnea denying, squelched out whining, secret eating, and wife’s money spending…but…
GET THE EFF BACK TO WORK!
Fine – it’s not a real job. I get it. But seriously, how hard is it shoot the ess with your friends for a couple hours?
And this Justin Levine is soooo going after your fake job. He’s all, “I’ll do the news! Pick me! Pick me!”
But the thing is, Rob. No one wants to pick him. Everyone wants you. Why do you have to be so god damned difficult?
Now…back to work with you!
