My first job was working in an orange juice factory, but I got canned.
I couldn't concentrate. In fact, the union squeezed me out. They said
they'd beat me to a pulp if I tried to return. Told me I was fruity.
So then I got a job as a lumberjack. But I just couldn't hack it, so they gave
me the axe. I tried reapplying but they told me I was barking up the wrong
tree and wood I just go away. I guess I couldn't see the forest for the trees.
After that, I tried to be a tailor, but I just wasn't suited for it. That's okay, it
was just a sew-sew job. Seams they were trying to rip me off. I almost lost
my shirt. The boss buttonholed me and told me to keep my mouth zipped.
(HT to Gwynne, always on the look out for me ;-)
(PS This is one of the best blonde jokes I've come across.)
(Open posted at Blue State Conservative, Adam's Blog, Basil's Blog)
