To: Olog-hai
"We want you to get a job."
"I don't have to."
"Yes. Actually, you do."
"Nawwww. I can just stay home and a big bird will come to my house and deliver all the stuff that I need. I'll be fine."
"That's crazy."
"No, man, it's gonna happen."
"Alright, listen: you obviously have mental problems. Here's what I'm going to do: I'll have a check sent to your house on a regular basis. It should provide you with enough money to get you all the stuff you need. Does that sound alright?"
"Sounds cool, man."
3 posted on
01/28/2015 6:05:43 PM PST by
ClearCase_guy
(Malort, turning taste-buds into taste-foes for generations.)
To: ClearCase_guy
A childhood pal who should’ve graduated in my high school class dropped out in the 8th grade. He got a job with a construction company and stepped off his dozer one day and hurt his back. That was sometime around 1964. He's been on the dole ever since.
He married and had a couple of daughters. They're on relief, too, along with their kids...
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