Imagine there's a race of people called customers. Now imagine you're a huge racist.
Mr. Peanut
The mythbusters and ghostbusters.
They don't like triggers
They 'turnip' their noses.
high ho's, high ho's, it's off to work I go
Because 7 ate 9. Credit to a guy I work with.
Society.
Because they're always dead tired. I stole this from plain and simple. Just straight up stole it. Why? Because it made me laugh and I didn't see it posted here before.
So customers wouldn't accidentally drive Le Lawnmower to work.
Dam! A customer told me that joke, equipped with an " old guys rule" shirt and a hardy fist bump.
A. "I couldn't imagine a date could be interested in knowing about me more than this website"
Imagine all the people..