I really want to meet someone who is a proctologist and have them explain to me how they chose that specialization. How do you not look like a creep showing interest in that kind of thing? Gross. THIS is the worst job ever.
Joke: What kind of car does a proctologist drive?
Answer: A brown probe.
Imagine scaring this bloke? He’d probably be crushed under the weight of the bricks on his way down, so I would advise against it. I’m assuming this is his job and not a hobby. This is kind of a dude thing. “I will never make two trips for anything. If I can’t carry everything at once, then I don’t deserve to keep living.”
Oh. I see what this is. I mean, maybe the job is fine with good benefits. You just can’t tell anyone where you work. I’d also imagine that you would need to be very deliberate on how you handle the merch so as not to AROUSE any suspicions with your coworkers.
Like what I did there? I’m glad you are spending time with us today.
Why do you live where there is that much snow homie? Is this Russia? Probably. I would not want to do this job. Have you ever shoveled for more than like 20 minutes? A lot of people die from shoveling. This is a fact.
Doesn’t this just sum up the world? The rich 1% with bank accounts and fancy cars vacationing in places where the less fortunate barely have enough to survive and are forced to do ridiculous things for a few table scraps.
P.S. that dude is just sneezing. He’s having a great time. Just relax.
I have it on good authority that this dude was spotted doing an amazing pat down in a TSA line and got offered this job.
Yo, don’t you find it weird that these bodybuilders get all tanned and crap but they don’t do their FACE and HEAD. So it’s this orange body with a floating white head? Something to think about.
Way to make something boring dude. Also, this guy studied it so hard that he turned into an old washed up porn actor. Look at him. I can imagine him explaining to his wife “Honey, this is my job… I’m interested in the HISTORY.”
AHHHHH DAYTIME TV. Thanks for bringing us another gem. This job description would make an excellent sitcom modeled after something like Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Do you think she herself is a teen exorcist or she performs the exorcisms on teens only? It’s a mystery.
This isn’t gross. Why would we feed something to a cat that we wouldn’t want to eat ourselves? I’ve secretly always wanted to eat cat food (the wet kind, obviously). It smells so nice. Like French cuisine.
Anyways, cat food always reminds of Ralph from the Simpsons. His breath smells like cat food.
Did you also read this with a southern accent? I reckon they got the wording wrong, but chewing food and spitting into a horse’s mouth sounds like a great gig. Where do I sign?