Lemme tell you about my job...

My job is so ....... unbelievable.

I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the people I work with:

First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick, Yeah, okay, she is
pretty hot, but damn she is completely useless. The girl is constantly
fixer her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and
has never once considered the needs or whats of anyone but herself. She
is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she
has enough brain power to continue to breathe.

The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the
smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless,
and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm
not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts. I
think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the
hardware store, she moans like a cat in heat.

But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the freakin stoner. And this
guy is more than your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he
comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't
been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses
like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he
brings his big freakin dog to work. Every freakin day I have to look at
this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand
smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with it's
constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring
multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single freakin day.

Anyway, I drive these idiots around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.

Good one, Fred. :)

So, your this "jock,preppy" kind of guy? I doubt you even can ride a bike. Does the dog have a nephew that works with you too?

That's funny! I'm sitting here with my 4 year old son watching you solve a mystery as we speak. You know the old Scooby Doo's were a lot more scary he say's. I have to agree.