Greetings one and all! If you've been keeping up with my Tweets on mine twitter: http://twitter.com/SirRuthy or if you read last month's post, you'd know that I've been upgraded from Ernie's basement to his couch. Now that money is tighter than the Queen's bottom, or the Prince's for that matter, I need to start pulling my weight round-about this domicile. Ernie has granted me residence on his couch under the condition that I find a job and procure some dead presidents, which in turn will allow us to acquire bread to be placed on the dinner table. Knowing only a luxurious life of Ernie's basement, feasting on mold to my hearts content, I'm not really sure what this "bread" can really offer me.
Thus far, it has been quite difficult finding a job. Whilst engaging in my noble search, I found a $5 bill under the couch cushions! That was a glorious day! Instead of simply spending the money on frivolous pursuits, I decided this money would be better off being invested. Thus, I decided to stroll down to the local market called, Walgreens. There are all sorts of vendor booths in this (indoor) market. Oddly enough, there are no vendors at their booths. It was very curious. I went to the cereal booth and there was no one. The same was true at the cosmetics booth, the toys booth and even the cold drinks booth. In fact, I could only find vendors at the cigar/candy booth, the apothecary booth and the mobile/stagnant pictures booth. Someone should inform the managers of Walgreens market that unattended booths spell high levels of thievery!
I resolved by investing in something that truly yields a profit, for my taste buds and mustache! I am speaking of course of, Rolos. Yummy, yummy Rolos in many forms. Just look at these many triumphant forms:
What great goody greatness! That g-g-g-great goody goody greatness will only be greater if Nestle had me coming up with their further Rolo incarnations! Come to think of it, I believe I know what job I'm going to go after. I believe I will be a think tank for Rolo! I will keep you posted.
