My co-worker and I sit on a roof,
Seeing how far we can toss dead oranges. (they are brown like the dirt)
We are discussing job security, and wether or not we have it.
The world is flat.
The sky is orange. (like the oranges when they were alive)
On the clock.
Bored out of my fucking gourd. (.....)
I need a new job.
I sit around spewing forth complaintative bullshit about how I cant think of any great income-generating ideas, and heres this guy selling animal piss, of all fucking things. I should be ashamed of myself.