Sunday, January 29, 2006

My Retarded Boss

When I was fourteen I had my very first job...as a dishwasher. Now what can be worse for a young mans fragile self esteem than being a dishwasher? Here's what, my boss was RETARDED...no, I don't mean stupid, or a jerk. I mean actually, no kidding mentally disabled, "special" person. PLUS
everytime I'd ask him a question he'd roll his eyes at me like "Gee, what an idiot!"....as it turns out my future bosses weren't much better!

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