I guess my white trash state of Florida had to implement a dress code for it’s state workers. Workers must wear panties, deodorant, and cover up all wounds. As far as the covering of wounds is concerned, I think it is a good idea because the last thing I want is for some cafeteria worker with festering pustules of staff oozing into the sloppy joe they are plating up for my kid to eat. That’s my job.
All the poor bastards getting cancer treatment will be out of a job too. Their wounds don’t heal and they’re constantly spitting up blood and lung cookies. The underwear thing makes no sense to me though. It’s not as if crotch crickets feel the urge to migrate from the steamy, smelly groin forest they currently reside in just because your sweaty ass chooses not to chaff. No more going commando just means the secretary has to pull her underwear over after she hikes up her skirt to screw her way up the corporate ladder in state government. The deodorant thing, well that’s clearly discrimination against the Mexicans the state hires in order to offset the millions of dollars being funneled to the numerous Swiss bank accounts.
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on July 4th, 2009 at 12:38 am
One day they’ll have a butt nekid dress code for secretaries.
on July 4th, 2009 at 10:10 am
How do the propose to enforce these rules? Daily panties checks?
on July 4th, 2009 at 3:47 pm
No way, commando is the only way to go this time year…