I'm not a complete idiot... some pieces are missing![]()
Originally Posted by DingDong
mucho papoosa bueno no panocha
Hey, kids! Captain Hero here with Getting Laid Tip 213 - The Backrub Buddy!
Find a chick who’s just been dumped and comfort her by massaging her shoulders, and soon, she’ll be massaging your prostate.
Does anyone have a red hot poker I can use to soothe the pain in my eyes?
i'll take it ...
heres my CV
Dallas, Sarge, Candice, whatever
EndlessMurk512@xtra.co.nz
This Abject World
(021) 555-5555
Objective
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I have no objective. What's the point when cold death is the final destination for us all? Can you explain that to me? I know I'm supposed to put something here, though, so here goes: Your objective is to hire me into a challenging position in a Sales and Marketing field within which you feel I can "make a difference" and "contribute" in a team environment.
Imbecile.
Education
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Bachelor of "Business" with a major in Marketing, University of Cincinatti
B.S., all right. It tickles me greatly that vapid, hornswoggled employers place so much emphasis on scholastic aptitude and higher education, as if knowing the Pythagorean theorem could shield me from the stygian pointlessness of mortality or the lurid abyss of imminent nonexistence. Of course, I use the word "tickles" figuratively, since I feel absolutely nothing.
Skills
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Skills are valueless and only serve temporarily to bolster the trembling egos of the sheeple of this wretched world. I eschew all so-called personal development, instead dying under the premise that, when I'm a biodegrading mess of worm feed hopelessly buried beneath a fathom of dark earth, being able to type 70 words a minute really won't do me a modicum of what you so ignorantly refer to as "good."
Microsoft Excel, PowerPoint, Access, Frontpage, Outlook
Work Experience
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Lead Sales Representative, Coleman’s Suzuki. (June 2004 to Aug 2006)
As the leading sales representative at Coleman’s, I implemented a new web-based Advertising system lauded by my maudlin, foolhardy management team as "wonderfully efficient and surprisingly self-explanatory." Why any of this mattered, I don't know or care.
As far as being a "leader" goes, I wasn't leading anyone or anything. Death is the great leveler, leading us all. Or not. Again, who cares, really?
Sales rep; Red Baron Motorcycles (January 2001 to June 2004)
Employee of the month 29 consecutive times.
Interests
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It pains me (again, being loose with the language here) to think that one could be so ridiculous as to maintain any sort of attachment to this-worldly tangibles, concepts, or other such contemptible ephemera. I'll admit I play tennis, although I don't keep score and insist that when my deluded partner does he use the terms "zero" or "nothingness" instead of "love," a superfluous notion.
I also read a bit of Baudelaire, for what it's worth, which is nothing.
Honors/Awards
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Mankind, in its self-congratulatory revelry, will finally come to realize that all forms of kudos simply blind us from the solitary incontrovertible truth: life is a hollow shell of nil.
Once, during my younger days, in an ultimately nugatory proclamation (is there any other kind?) of my desensitized attitude toward accolades and gifts, I coined the phrase "He who dies with the most toys ... still dies." A bumper-sticker company then offered me a large sum of money for the rights to this phrase. I told them to keep it and give it to someone or something that mattered, which I guess was my way of making a joke (back before I realized how asinine and fruitless such a thing was).
References
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This section seems a bit silly. But not like ha-ha silly. I mean ineffectual, obviously.
i can start monday
Baudelaire ? Not a good choice for a man who has seen much of death.
Derrière les rochers une chienne inquiète
Nous regardait d'un oeil fâché,
Epiant le moment de reprendre au squelette
Le morceau qu'elle avait lâché.
— Et pourtant vous serez semblable à cette ordure,
À cette horrible infection,
Etoile de mes yeux, soleil de ma nature,
Vous, mon ange et ma passion!
Oui! telle vous serez, ô la reine des grâces,
Apres les derniers sacrements,
Quand vous irez, sous l'herbe et les floraisons grasses,
Moisir parmi les ossements.
Alors, ô ma beauté! dites à la vermine
Qui vous mangera de baisers,
Que j'ai gardé la forme et l'essence divine
De mes amours décomposés!
No, leave him for those who only talk of it, mon brave.
Originally Posted by skidmark
Originally Posted by Phil Vincent
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