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Girls Are Pretty - Happy Apply For A Job At The Ice Cream Factory Day!

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BuddyC

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I sure do love Girls Are Pretty. Something new every weekday, always wacky and zany and quite possibly inane. I love it so much, in fact, that I've determined this needs to be shared with the world.

The human resources lady will ask you why you want to work at an ice cream factory.

Say, "My current job doesn't give me the freedom to be around ice cream as much as I'd like to be. I'm a United States Senator."

The human resources lady will show you a short movie on how ice cream is made. The movie will show graphic scenes of kittens being killed with a hammer.

"Why do they have to do that to the kittens?" you should ask.

The human resources lady will sit on the corner of her desk and look at you with some condescension. She'll say, "Look this isn't Congress. You might not have the stomach to make ice cream."

Ask her, "Will I have to kill kittens with a hammer?"

"Not unless Kevin calls in sick," the human resources lady will say. "We all pitch in around here."

"Just one thing&" you'll say, but the human resources lady will interrupt you.

"The kittens don't go into the ice cream. We just kill them because our ice cream is so delicious, for every pint we manufacture there has to be a moment of extreme tragedy brought into the world in order to balance out the cosmos. We kill the kittens with hammers in order to keep the universe from balancing itself out by hurting our human babies or the economy."

Say, "The economy. Now that's something I know something about!"

The human resources lady will laugh. "Of course! Because you're a United States Senator."

You'll laugh along with her. Then she'll ask you when you can start.

"Tomorrow!" you'll say. Then you'll ask if you can use her phone to call Capitol Hill and tell Congress to put you on speakerphone so you can tell everyone to fuck off.

Happy Apply For A Job At The Ice Cream Factory

Other choice selctions:


Tell Your Boss' Wife That Your Boss Knows About The Affair Day!

Tell her about the private detective with the body odor and the cowboy hat.

"He walks with a cane," say.

She'll say, "And yet he's a private detective. Then he mustn't be hired for his detective work. But rather&"

Nod. "Because he'll do what other, more graceful private detectives, refuse to do."

Tell her about the packages.

"Binoculars, road flares, a rope net wide enough to trap two people."

"Staples sells all of this stuff?" she'll ask.

"They launched a Corporate Survival department after 9/11."

Tell her how the private detective came into the office and bit a swath of the rope net, then told your boss, "I said silk polyblend."

His wife will ask what's going to happen.

"Here's the itinerary."

Give her the itinerary you printed out from Orbitz Tripplanner Notepad.

"My God," she'll say. "The private detective is going to burst into Remmington Bay Courtyard By Marriott Room 317, catch us in the net and suspend us from the ceiling from 7:15 to 7:30. Is that Courtyard by Marriot nice?"

"I reserved the Executive Suite. You'll love it. Keep reading."

"My God," she'll say. "From 7:30 to 8:45 my husband is going to come in and tell me how disappointed he is in me while we both watch the private detective slowly dismember my lover with a rancher's blade. What's this plane reservation?"

"Your husband is taking you to Turks and Caicos."

"Ooooh!" she'll say.

"The private detective told him that the two of you have to leave town, departing tonight at 10:45 PM, making one connection in Atlanta, and returning Wednesday, May 11th at 9:10 PM, so that the two of you can make amends while he disposes of the remains and wipes away any evidence of this ever having happened. You'll be staying at the Hyatt. They have a swim-up bar."

His wife will be shaking.

"There's no way to stop all this?" she'll ask.

"Everything's non-refundable and the firm gets hit with a pretty hard penalty if we alter the itinerary within 24 hours of departure. Do you not like the hotel accommodations?"

She'll say, "No. It's the connection."

Shout that that was the best flight you could get.

Say, "I'm an executive assistant, not a magician!" Then storm off.

Happy Tell Your Boss' Wife That Your Boss Knows About The Affair Day!

Jill The Sexy Exterminator Day!

When Jill The Sexy Exterminator knocks on your door, you'll be trying to drag a drug dealer's corpse into the bathroom so that you can begin sawing him apart in the tub.

"Am I interrupting something?" Jill The Sexy Exterminator will ask coquettishly.

Say, "It's not what you think."

Jill The Sexy Exterminator will shut the door behind her and say, "What I think is that a very handsome man has a dead body to dispose of and he's so frazzled he might not even have time to make love to his exterminator."

Let the drug dealer's body drop to the floor and say, "I'll make time." Then make love to Jill The Sexy Exterminator.

When you're done making love, go back into the bathroom and starting sawing the drug dealer's body apart while Jill The Sexy Exterminator sprays your baseboards and behind the fridge with insecticide.

Happy Jill The Sexy Exterminator Day!

"Don't Worry, This Isn't My Blood" Day!

You hate parties, but your husband is complaining that he never gets to entertain. So you consented to a dinner party tonight. He invited a coworker and his wife, your mutual friends Alex and Jane, and his squash buddy, Felix.

"But what will I talk to them about?" you asked.

He said, "Just come up with an icebreaker. Something that will get them asking you questions."

The guests are supposed to arrive at 8:30. So at 8:25 you're going to slip out the back door and paste your shirt to your torso underneath a thick layer of what will appear to be blood. You're not sure yet whether to use fake blood or not. You're going to try out the fake blood and make sure it looks real enough. If not, you'll have to get your hands on some real blood. Somehow.

After everyone's in the living room and all their glasses are full with booze, your husband will start saying how he knows you're around here someplace and you'll be down in a second. That's when you'll open the front door and close it behind you. You'll step into the vestibule where the light is good and you'll stand before them all, the "blood" red as roses and on you like a blanket. You'll hold your arms out away from your sides and you'll hold your mouth open wide like there are some words that are late coming.

Give them your icebreaker.

"Don't worry, this isn't my blood."

Then fix yourself a drink, take a seat and watch the questions come flying. The first will either be, "Whose blood is it?" or "What happened?" or "How's intellectual property law treating you these days?"

Happy "Don't Worry, This Isn't My Blood" Day!
 

Mejilan

Running off of Custom Firmware
I don't understand. Methinks I will have to read this on a daily basis until I am an expert...
 

Triumph

Banned
Jesus H. Fucking Toadstool. I'd be pissed that more of you weren't "getting" it or understanding the appeal, but I just remembered that lots of you don't "get" PBF either. And Olimario actually PREFERS the ultra shitty White Ninja.

Wankers, the lot of you.
 
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