Well friends. I'm unemployed again...and I don't give a fuck. I'm happy to rely on my gay friends and their fundraiser to keep me in weed.
My "sponsor" Doug got me a job at low-end department store that shall go nameless as I'm contacting my lawyer re: suing the fascists; firing a mustache for sexual perversion has got to be against some statues on retardation somewhere, yes?
Well, Friday was my first day. I snapped this photo of a sweet pair of fun bags over a changing stall wall on Saturday, got blown out Sunday. The fact they made we work the whole day before getting pink slipped was just cruel.
Dog track anybody?
Your mother,
J-Stache
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