Too Much Time on My Hands

[Droogan_Leader]

It is nearing the time when I will no longer be a bum--free to post at the Shoot, lounge, sleep till 3, stay up till 3, wonder what I can possibly do with myself, and so on, as I am starting my job November 16. I'll be flying to Atlanta, and that flight, figuratively speaking, marks my 'flight' from schmuckhood to the beginning of a fresh, new professional life, full of hope and promise.

But, to celebrate my 1000th post early, as well as my nearly gone bum status, I just couldn't resist posting a song by one of the greatest bands of all time, Styx. This goes out to all the bums, would-be bums, soon-to-be bums, and bums at-heart.

Yeah, here I am sitting on this bar stool,
talking like a damn fool
Got the twelve o'clock news blues
And I've given up hope for the
afternoon soaps
And a bottle of cold brew
Is it any wonder I'm not crazy
Is it any wonder I'm sane at all

Well I'm so tired of losing
I've got nothing to do and all day
to do it
Well I'd go out cruising, but I've no place
to go and all night to get there
Is it any wonder I'm not a criminal
Is it any wonder I'm not in jail

Is it any wonder I've got too much
time on my hands
It's ticking away with my sanity
I've got too much time on my hands
It's hard to believe such a calamity
I've got too much time on my hands
and it's ticking away, ticking away
from me
(Too much time on my hands)
It's tick tick tick tick ticking away
(Too much time on my hands)
And I don't know what to do with myself
(Too much time on my hands)

(Too much time on my hands)
(Too much time on my hands)
(Too much time on my hands)

Now I'm a jet fuel genius
I can solve the world's problems
without even trying
I've got dozens of friends, and the fun
never ends
That is as long as I'm buying
Is it any wonder I'm not the President
Is it any wonder I'm null and void

Is it any wonder I've got too much
time on my hands
It's ticking away with my sanity
I've got too much time on my hands
It's hard to believe such a calamity
I've got too much time on my hands
and it's ticking away, ticking away
from me
(Too much time on my hands)
Ticky tick tick tick tick ticking away
(Too much time on my hands)
And I don't know what to do with myself
(Too much time on my hands)
Umm mmm...
(Too much time on my hands)
Tick tick tick ticking away
(Too much time on my hands)
Umm mmm...
(Too much time on my hands)
Too much time on my hands
Too much time on my...

[marg]

I like fast food, the burgers always taste the same.
No snotty waiters, escargot or beaujolais

[marg]

Go Droogan, go Droogan
(I'm doing the hoola-hoop dance)

[Threadkiller]

So, uh, Droog, soon you'll by wandering far beyond those castle walls? Best of luck with the job. But are you sure you'll reach 1000 posts before you decide your new, cool work friends think it's lame to post on the 'shoot?

[Droogan_Leader]

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Best of luck with the job.

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Thanks, man!
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But are you sure you'll reach 1000 posts before you decide your new, cool work friends think it's lame to post on the 'shoot?

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Well, I could make it a point to make it to 1000 before then, whadda ya think?

I can assure you all that regardless of how many motivational speeches and teary intimate moments are shared at my job, I will never be a suit! A bum's blood runs through these veins--to quote William Wallace in a truly cheesy way (as you've all become accustomed to by now), "They may take our lives, but they will never take our freeeedommmm! Arrgggghh!"*

To address any concerns any of you might have or develop, I fear that my free time will drastically diminish in the near future due to having a job, but I'll always have time for my awesome Poop Shoot friends, so never feear!

*The "Argggghh!" I credit to my own artistic interpretation.

[marg]

"full of hope and promise.."

and boogers, farts, burps and all the other disgusting bodily functions only sophomoric neophyte pretty little boys (and girls) think should be exhibited for all mankind to behold 'cause god only knows their sheite don't stink and their boogers don't stick 'cause that's what their mommies told 'em so the hell with everybody else they're only whiners anyway they should be so lucky as to have such a redolent aura and such perfect nose gum so please cry me a river and smell me breath

[marg]

Why don't you apply for the part of Ignatius J. Reilley in the upcoming "Confederacy of Dunces". God knows they need to recast the part (no offense to Will Farrell).

[Droogan_Leader]

Please don't ruin my bum thread. This is my pre-1000th post celebration, and I rarely post any Styx. Is nothing sacred?

[ILovePapaSmurf]

<font color="purple">I used to play pick up styx as a kid *drum snare* Kidding.

Anywho, good luck on your job...don't forget about me when you become rich and famous...or which ever one comes first. /forums/images/icons/laugh.gif </font color>

[marg]

Well, OK, now you've done it. I am going to bed (me, myself and I) to mull over the bum thread and to wonder why anyone would want to move from a life of bumhood, or bummery, if you will, to a life filled with the stress of actually contributing something to society (Americorps excepted, of course).

"I told those f-u-c-k-s down at the league office a thousand times that I don't roll on Shabbos!" (notice how I spelled out the word "f-u-c-k-s" so it wouldn't offend anyone?)

[Threadkiller]

You can forget about us if you become infamous.

Barbra Walters: "So, why did you commit this crime and become the most reviled man in the nation?"
You: "Well, it all started with this website where all these people talk about ball-licking all day long."

[Matt1]

Good luck on your job man.

Also, it's not a good thing that song sums up my current state of existence is it? Didn't think so.

[KingBison]

Dude just do what I do, POST AT WORK /forums/images/icons/shocked.gif

[Droogan_Leader]

Well, as I said, I will find time, probably at night time most often, to post on the Shoot. I'm volunteering with Americorps, and I'm going to be doing a lot of running around--I'm Disaster Relief coordinator at the local Foodbank, which means I am going to be out of the office more often than I'm in the office.

And, since the entire Virginia Peninsula is depending on me, I don't feel like I can blow off my responsibilities, like I have in the past at McDonalds, Bestbuy, Busch Gardens, and wherever else I've worked in the past. Of course that's one way to become infamous, as Threadkiller pointed out.

Barbara Walters: So, tell us, how do you sleep at night, knowing you could've done your job and saved thousands of lives?

Me: Well, I've got a pretty high post count on Movie Poop Shoot--seems like a fair trade-off to me!

Local Law enforcement officer standing in the background: Alright son, that's about enough outta you...

[Officer hits me over the head with billy club, rendering me unconscious. He then cuffs me, drops his pants, and begins to do savage, unspeakable things to me]

[Threadkiller]

Damn that's funny. /forums/images/icons/smile.gif

Still I don't know if a job with real responsibilities is a good thing or not. I guess somebody has to do that kind of stuff. Good thing it's not me.