Saturday, June 02, 2007

Blow It Out Your Ass, Kid.



Jeez, you’d think this poor bastard would’ve taken his aversion to play into consideration prior to choosing a career as a giant toy. A little vocational counseling would do him a world of good, as he's clearly not a hopeless case. For example, his passive-aggressive smile would be well suited to a career as a Bergdorf Goodman retail sales representative.


"I'm sorry, sir, but I'm afraid your credit card has been declined."


And his 5'5" height would make him a shoe-in as a jockey, although he'd have to work on his flexibility some. Of course, that cold, hard stare could set him up for a highly successful career in interrogation, or perhaps hypnotism.


"Resistance is futile!"


It pains me to see people wasting their lives in dead-end jobs. The world is your oyster, little man. Follow your dreams.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Man, I'm still on the Lizzie Borden blog. I've got to catch up.
--Brains

Xandi said...

Wait a second! This guy looks suspiciously like the Fisher Price jet captain hiding underneath all that armour. With the meager wages they're paying pilots these days, it's no surprise that he's resorted to moonlighting at the toy store! It would appear that he's retained the aloof airline captain attitude, however.

Wendy said...

LOL! I have a photo of one of these guys too! He was probably the first cousin, he lives near St. Michaels, MD.

He's a Playmobil guy - German. Maybe that's why he's so serious?