Sometimes people complain that athletes make too much money.
9 million dollars.
12 million dollars.
They're getting all of the Gatorade commercials you could be starring in.
I get it.
Sydney Crosby making more money than your family tree ever will.
That prick.
And he's so young!
He even has dimples (probably).
You work hard, don't you?
You do your spreadsheets to the best of your ability.
You show up on time every day.
No one ever catches you on Facefuck while you're on the job.
Or this romper room of an Internet site.
You jerked off in the copy room during lunch last year. True enough.
But you only did it the one time.
You stir the sheep manure as well as anyone else at the plant.
Why the fuck aren't you making 9 million dollars a year?
Fuck those athletes!
Right?
Right.
But, then again...
Doing those spreadsheets...you're not at risk of losing your eyeball.
Or a tooth.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
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