Funky Boy

I was reading about James Stachowiak on Facebook. I looked him up. A wanker. No, I didn't find any pictures of him with his hands down his pants. The more I read about him, the more I guessed he probably tried and didn't find anything to grab onto, but who knows? Is he a member of the Daily Stormtrooper, aka, "Storm the Pooper," the YMCA of the alt-right? I wouldn't be surprised. Anything he had, he broke off rubbing it against some inanimate object when he was 13. Tiny, delicate things are prone to break. He's one of those guys who thinks he's better than Jews. He's not. Are Jews better than him? As character goes, most of the time. His daddy it looks like was smart. Even joined MENSA . Junior must have felt inadequate, having a small brain as well as small other body parts. It is funny reading his dad's obit. He sounds like a decent man. Little Jimmy must be in snits knowing his dad worshiped the world's most famous Jew. Here is...

You got it, you lazy asses. I put in the time and came out ejukated. While you were bitching about the world, I got it done.  You were pissing over who's the president and I was moving forward.  You were wanking and I was graduating from the fine City University of New York.  I have a degree in history. I am the first one in the Funky Family to get a damn degree.  I was going to be a teacher. Hell, teaching I found is easy if you know your shit. I changed my mind when I went to a job fair and found out what corporate trainers make. They do OK but what made the difference was my background in construction. They like that I can figure things out and can talk with trade guys. This one company loved that and hired me to train their sales and customer service people. I have to fly all over the place and do my thing. I explain how a screwdriver works. No shit. There are lots of screwdrivers so that's not as dumb ass as it sounds. It turns out I can live where...