Another Monday Morning

You get up from your cubicle and head to your boss' office. He looks at you angrily. "We have rules around here," he sneers. "You've broken them too many times. YOU'RE FIRED!!!!"
Just great. This job sucks, but it was up until now your only source of income. Now how will you pay for your beer and weed?
Suddenly, you realize there is a big letter opener on the boss' desk. If you were quick enough, you could stab him with it. There could be consequences, though. Perhaps you should consider another alternative. You might want to wait to kill the boss until the two of you are not around so many people.
You could go on welfare. Except that a single person with no children like yourself might not get very much. You could also move back in with your parents and mooch off of them. Except that your parents are total wackos. Your mother has no fashion sense. She thinks she's dead sexy in a thong bikini, though she's 331 pounds.
Your father is a hopeless, alcoholic necrophile who's into bestiality.
Yesterday you checked your savings and discovered you had about $400. You could go to Las Vegas and try to increase that.
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