I had another dream where chaos was the theme, but nothing stood out except for watching a brief exchange between two male white rappers with big lips doing the "Yo! Yo! Yo!" and then kissing! Yep, I had a dream with two baggy-pants boys kissing. It was strange and left me wondering about work today. I know this seems a non-sequiter, but in my mind it is not, because my dream interpretation doesn't take my dreams literally. Men I don't know are code for "working" and let me tell ya, I have had so much work today. I'm looking around wondering if I am getting screwed by The Man. Work is a bunch of baggy-pants-kiss-asses and that sounds like a bad rap to me. So what is up with the men-on-men action? It's hard and uncomfortable working for a lousy salary when I am paying for chiropractic bills for whiplash I got from a uninsured motorists, going for cancer screenings... you know, being a responsible (and almost broke) adult.
Yo! Yo! Yo!
I'm goin' broke , Yo!
'Cuz I gots these bills and these ills
and a lameass mofo job
I come dressed here lika' slob
They pay me in styrofoam
I'm lucky I gotta home
and a lameass mofo job
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Isn't our health care system wonderful? You get sick and go broke. Gotta love it here!
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