All that 9 to 5 stuff is wack. I got it goin' on with
8:30 to 5, when I be situated at the pimpest job of all. Check out these dope reasons explaining my stable-as-all-hell direct deposit cash flow:
1. Answering the phones has long been an unfortunate area of responsibility for me, my syntactic and vocabular decisions overly clueless. Now, however, I have been gifted verbatim the genius language of upper management. No longer will I have to embarrass my institution with my peasant-informed phone greetings!
2. Fuck jeans. They are so low-class anyway.
3. Only special and specific colors appear on the approved-for-replenishment list of paper colors. These are: blue, grey, ivory, lavender (
not violet), yellow, goldenrod, and
tan. Yeah, you know what I'm
talkin' 'bout.
1 comment:
where've you been?
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