I Let My Fists Do The Talkin’

Nothing—short of a Port Authority prostitute vomitting on you—makes you feel like a more miserable piece of shit than looking for work.

I’ve been doing it for the last two weeks and it reminds me why I’ve spent pretty much my entire life underemployed.

Seriously, would you hire this?

(I removed my personal info from the upper left)

This entry was posted on Monday, March 13th, 2006 at 6:07 pm and is filed under Progress.