In lieu of a gut spill on a thing that gnaweth both hart & soule that you & your children & your children's children don't need to ever read, for three months, here's a timely guffaw whose commie spirit embiggens the capitalist man.
вернуться к работе, ленивые задницы!
12 comments:
AFSCME on Trade Unions
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Back to work hell! There's no work to go back to. Ancient Wall Street secret.
if, that might be one of the Seven Wonders of Ancient Television.
demeur, work or no, just do what I usually do: not a goddamn thing.
I like your idea but not the pay scale.
Waiting for Mitt's version, I bet its a load of laughs.
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip
Mum mum mum mum mum mum
Get a job Sha na na na, sha na na na na
Every morning about this time
she get me out of my bed
a-crying get a job.
After breakfast, everyday,
she throws the want ads right my way
And never fails to say,
Get a job Sha na na na, sha na na na na
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Sha na na na, sha na na na na,
Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip
Mum mum mum mum mum mum
Get a job Sha na na na, sha na na na na . . .
From Wikipedia:
"'Get a Job; is one of the best known doo-wop songs of the 1950s. Recorded by The Silhouettes in October 1957, the song reached the number one spot on the Billboard pop and R&B singles charts in February 1958.[1]" :)
demeur, you misunderstand, sir, I'm promoting slack whilst at work, a job that pays enough that permits you to slack when not under the thumb of micromanagers. Everyone also gets their choice of mythical creature.
BB, neither candidate would appear swank sporting the Lenin look, the hit of the season.
SWA, working's for chumps, and gets in the way of watching Sha Na Na reruns.
Darn! I knew I should have taken that degree in library science instead of fine arts.
thinking of work makes me sleepy. Thinking makes me sleepy.
Lenin was OK but I like McCartney better.
My favorite Marx has always been Groucho:
Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong remedies.
demeur, we do make fat cash.
okjimm, sleeping makes me thinky.
tom, that's one groan for the joke, a second for the Beatles reference. This is a three strikes blog, buddy.
susan, if Zombie Dio gets recalled to the Silver Mountain to further dispense wisdom, I'll gladly vote for Zombie Groucho.
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