Apparently, an intern turned receptionist at The Daily Show killed himself this weekend. As a former intern at The Daily Show I can't help but wonder what happened. People ask me about my internship there all the time and I tell them the truth, that I busted my ass for 6 months and left without a job, but it was good nonetheless because of the times I got to spend talking shop with Jon Stewart. Somehow, maybe not getting a job there was the best thing that ever happened to me. Or at least it might've bought me a couple extra years.
Had Boston Market for lunch today. I'd really be happy to be a Boston Market spokesman one day. I feel that you get a quality meal there for a fair price. There, I said it, before I've even been chosen to be their spokesman. Now when it happens you know I'm talking turkey. Or chicken. Or meatlof. Or sirloin.
Yea, they have sirloin, who knew?
Called my grandma today and I got her answering machine. For a second I actually thought she might be screening calls.
It's pretty cold out there today. How cold is it? It's so cold I got a memo from my balls to wear tighter underwear.
Okay, I'm gonna take a nap, this tight underwear is cutting off my circulation and I think it's effecting my stamina.
Was "effecting" or "affecting" grammatically correct there? I can't seem to figure it out. It's probably due to the poor circulation that is affecting my stamina.
Hey, I'm just covering all the bases.
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