First day.
I was told to get this project going. My boss is a small thin lady who weighs maybe at most 100 pounds but she scares the shit out of me. She is a vicious dog at the cuff of your pants holding on until you get your ass in gear. I posted funny memes but now she wants original content. I have other things to do like eat some more, watch my Netflix shows, call people who never had time to talk before this quarantine began, but now can chat for hours. And eat some more. I want to save the cans of soup and tuna fish for when the shit really hits the fan, but now I have to eat all the fresh food before it goes bad, you know, like the ice cream, the Entemanns cupcakes, cheese, pasta, bread, butter. I went out today and hit a tennis ball off a wall for five minutes and I was winded. Winded!
In another few weeks I will need an old obese man scooter to get around. This is not good. Years ago, after seeing the rise of obese old men on these scooters, I wondered how I could make money off this trend which would only multiply. Sell advertising on the sides like race cars? Accessories, like scooter gloves, helmets. Fatman wear. I’m sure you’ve noticed I haven’t mentioned old obese women. Well, you see, since this is the first entry on this site, I haven’t decided how PC it will be. We’re supposed to Believe All Women, right? I guess that’s different than Feeding All Women. That was stupid, okay, but I am wondering if my tiny mean lady boss wants this site to cross the line, rip the envelope, throw caution to the wind, ramble outside the box. I just don’t know. Well, I’ll find out soon enough. I have a Zoom appointment now with friends.
This is the Quarantine social hour. Talk soon. Always, Comedy Snob
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