Don't J your J.

I need a new job. I've J'd my J, as my dad would say. I thought this was a real expression. Turns out, my dad says he made it up. My sister sent me an email recently where she said she likes to end with "Turns Out" whenever she can but that someday she might graduate to "Come to find" or "Long story short." I like "Come to Find." So come to find, my dad made up "J your J" which stands for Jeopardize your Job. Don't J your J. Never J your J. I J'd my J. So now I need a new Job. Get me one! ASAP, punk punk.

Remember the time in Arcata when that old man called that young man a punk for jaywalking across the street and the young man said "Punk? Punk? That's the sound of my dick coming out of your ass! Punk Punk Punk!" Priceless.

I still have my job now. I didn't jeopardize it so much. But I did tell my boss that I'd need to work full time hours now or I'd need to look for another job. Yesterday she gave me my new schedule and, come to find, I now have fewer hours than I did before. So I must be true to my word. I must be true to it, punk punk punk.