When people ask me what my dream job would be, I say …
“What? I have to work in my dreams too!”
note: “Why are you so tired today?“
” I got up late because I had to work overtime at my dream
double note: I wouldn’t mind being a butcher though … or the person who fills those meat vending machines … or maybe that’s in my dreams.
Today was like a roast beef sandwich with bread and butter pickles soaking through the bread. It was pretty good.