Ideal Job.

These past few weeks I've been slaving away applying for jobs. Craigslist has got me going nuts. (Like Paul Wall has the internetz. Actually, you think he's still got that going on? My suspicion is that it's probably died down and is relatively calm now.) My favorite job posts are the ones that are really obvious ploys to get girls to come over and hang out. I'm not sure they work but I have to respect these pathetic dudes for trying. It's like asking only "fun girls" to reply to an ad for a vacant room in your apartment, then asking for their measurements.

Recently, I've been wondering what the ideal job would be. I've never really figured it out until today. Listen to this song:

I used to think I wanted to be the Ying Yang Twin's long lost Triplet. And maybe at one time in my adolescence I did, but this is the future for me. I've been practicing screaming crazy shit like, "WACKA" and making machine gun noises, and asking general questions like, "WHAT?!?!?! WHAT?!?!?!?! I SAID WHAT?!?!?!?!"

Most kids want to be astronauts, or neurosurgeons, or famous athletes, I just want to yell random crazy shit. Is that too much to ask for? I really hope Mr. Wacka Flocka Flame is familiar with craigslist because I'll be forever checking.