Thursday, October 28, 2010
When a firing really means a firing
When you work for a volcano you better do a good job. It is hard to bring a wrongful dismissal suit when you are a pile of cinders. I wonder if the "lava bonus" was worth it.
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What a job!
Unfortunately, I think he oopsed on the chicken part. They have to be virginal chickens.
Pay me well and I will happily take on the onerous task of appeasing Wellington's earthquake spirits.
I will take the job of S.C.'s assistant. Clearly, one person can not be relied on to keep the volcano happy.
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I just wish the Hayward Fault didn't run underneath my kitchen.
Can you do anything about that?
Obviously the guy was a reincarnation of Empedocles.
They have to be virginal chickens.
He was 83! He couldn't keep fucking those chickens.
Can you do anything about that?
House-moving is work for trained professionals.
Pay me well and I will happily take on the onerous task of appeasing Wellington's earthquake spirits.
I will take on the role of protecting the local virgins from SC. There is only one way to surely be safe...
I just wish the Hayward Fault didn't run underneath my kitchen.
Can you do anything about that?
Steal his sneakers.
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