“God, I hate work. I just want to leave.” Sighed the dishwasher.
“Do you think if I shat my pants I would be able to go home?”
I looked up at him skeptically.
“I wonder if you shat your pants, would you be allowed back? Or” I said laughing,
“if you did come back, would anyone be able to look you in the eye?”
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One time I wanted to go home, so I told my boss, "Hey, you think I could go home? I've got... stomach problems." and then I gave him those eyes that say "d i a r h e a."
Your eyes need to learn how to spell.
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