the counter and says to the social worker, "Hi... You know,
I just HATE drawing welfare. I'd really rather have a job."
The social worker behind the counter says, "Sir your timing is
excellent. We just got a job opening from a very wealthy old man
who wants a chauffeur/bodyguard for his nymphomaniac daughter.
You'll have to drive around in his Mercedes.
All your clothing will be provided.
Because of the long hours, meals will be provided.
You'll be expected to escort the daughter on her overseas holiday
trips.
You will have to satisfy all her sexual urges.
You'll be provided a two-bedroom apartment above the garage.
Your starting salary will be $200,000 a year".
The guy says, "You're bullsh*ttin' me!"
The social worker says, "Yeah, well, you started it."
There's this guy on a bar, just looking at his drink. He stays like that for half-an-hour. Then, this big trouble-making truck driver steps next to him, takes the drink from the guy, and just drinks it all down.
The poor man starts crying. The truck driver says: "Come on man, I was just joking. Here, I'll buy you another drink. I just can't see a man crying."
"No, it's not that. This day is the worst of my life. First, I fall asleep, and I go late to my office. My boss, outrageous, fires me. When I leave the building, to my car, I found out it was stolen. The police, they say they can do nothing. I get a cab to return home, and when I leave it, I remember I left my wallet and credit cards there. The cab driver just drives away. I go home, and when I get there, I find my wife in bed with the gardener. I leave home, and come to this bar. And when I was thinking about putting an end to my life, you show up and drink my poison..."
The poor man starts crying. The truck driver says: "Come on man, I was just joking. Here, I'll buy you another drink. I just can't see a man crying."
"No, it's not that. This day is the worst of my life. First, I fall asleep, and I go late to my office. My boss, outrageous, fires me. When I leave the building, to my car, I found out it was stolen. The police, they say they can do nothing. I get a cab to return home, and when I leave it, I remember I left my wallet and credit cards there. The cab driver just drives away. I go home, and when I get there, I find my wife in bed with the gardener. I leave home, and come to this bar. And when I was thinking about putting an end to my life, you show up and drink my poison..."
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