I went job hunting yesterday. Sunday is the best day to look for a job too. The boss is either at church or spending time with his mistress which means I have a great chance of being called in for an interview. I’m thinking a job with benefits would be nice. After drinking 17 beers at a particular sports bar chain, I put in my application. Looking at the staff I could tell dental benefits were out of the question. The manager with one snaggle tooth dangling from her head explained the only benefits they offered is life insurance. Great, so the place is so dangerous that they offer life insurance. Well today is a new day and I’m going to apply as a beer taster at Busch Gardens again.