An Irish immigrant walks down a London street. As he passes a construction site, he enquires to the Foreman as to the avilibilty of work.
"I'm looking for work."
"Ahh, you fuckin' Micks wouldn't know the difference between a girder and a joist!" the Foreman replied.
"Of course I do -- one wrote Faust, the other one wrote Ulysses."
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
"I'm looking for work."
"Ahh, you fuckin' Micks wouldn't know the difference between a girder and a joist!" the Foreman replied.
"Of course I do -- one wrote Faust, the other one wrote Ulysses."
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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panzermensch:
Dude, I had a clicking spasm when I woke up this morning and accidentally deleted you comment in my journal. I guess I have to keep my finger off the mouse when I sneeze next time..
oninotaki:
So tomorow I am gonna call the place I applied to and check to see if they reviewed my resume yet. Wish me luck so I can get a job and a place of my own