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...And what does he do?

Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 12:30 am
by Society
What do you all do for a living? I?m mildly curious/bored.

Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 12:48 am
by TwoBuy
Well, if you can't figure it out from my location, I make Windows harder to use.

Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 1:23 am
by we_are_138
I break windows

Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 1:24 am
by TwoBuy
we_are_138 wrote:I break windows.
By throwing soon-to-be dead hookers through them?

Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 1:28 am
by we_are_138
TwoBuy wrote:
we_are_138 wrote:I break windows.
By throwing soon-to-be dead hookers through them?
Oh they're all dead I shoot frozen hookers out of cannons at windows... airplane windows, apparently Hookers hitting airplane windows midflight is a big problem.

Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 2:34 am
by Society
Wow, how much does that pay?

Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 3:58 am
by wolf
I work in the exciting field of pickle making. Well, during the summer I do. Currently I'm but a lowly student.

Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 4:37 am
by ZachWeiner
Didn't you have a story about frog parts or something?

Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 4:41 am
by TwoBuy
wolf wrote:I work in the exciting field of pickle making
OMG, I can't think of a better Canadian job without somehow involving Aunt Jemima.

Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 7:59 am
by wolf
wiztoast wrote:Didn't you have a story about frog parts or something?
Yup. Frog parts, dead cats, fingers being ripped off by machinery, condoms, how relish is made, etc. All very nasty.

Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 4:08 pm
by tucker
well, my occupation takes you on a wild journey through time and space back when i was just a wee little boy my mom asked what i wanted to be when i grew up. she said i could be anything. this raised many more questions in my head like: Why do i have to grow up? What is the purpose of my life? and Where do babues come from?

as these thoughts raced through my brain i was very confused. then i finally knew the answer. it hit me like a freight train in the face.

babies come from baby making machines.

as i further looked into this matter i found that my theory was proven horrically correct! at this point i decided that i would stop the baby making machines from making to many babies and attempting to take over the world. i became...

THE DESTROYER OF ALL OF THE BABY MAKING MACHINES BOY!!!

i led a sucessful campaign against the machines until the day... that i entered puberty. puberty was even more complex than deciding what to be when i grow up. morre questions were aroused (as well as other parts of my body). questions like: why do girls look so good now... and what are those weird branches on their chests.

after i exited puberty i dropped my superhero identity and became just another face on the streets. i led this life up until i turned 18. at 18 my mom and dad kicked me out of the house and told me to get a life and a real job.

my mom said i could be anything so i became a loser under the name of "tucker" who was violently sucked into the SMBC forum to be trapped for all eternity.

now you must spread the story of my life so that i may one day be freed of this prison and become what my mom always said i was...

...a jackass.

Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 6:12 pm
by we_are_138
Puberty last untill youre like 25 or so.
Im never eating relish again. Ever.

Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 6:22 pm
by TwoBuy
we_are_138 wrote:Im never eating relish again. Ever.
SCREW THAT. I don't care if it has horse crap in it <thats-a-guude>, dill relish is an unsurrenderable condiment.

And if you don't get the Futurama reference, I hate you. More.

Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 6:55 pm
by Jesster
Asda employee.
Freelance writer.
Wrestler.
Pimp.

Mac User. (False, I can't afford a precious Mac)

Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2006 7:16 pm
by Society
Jesster wrote:Asda employee.
Freelance writer.
Wrestler.
Pimp.
You forgot to say at the end "Mac user."

As for me, i'm between jobs right now, which isn't a big deal seing as im only 18. My best job however was this summer working at the rennaissance faire. My job was to push a cart around selling, no joke, pickles and peanuts.