I would get fired from this job in under ten minutes, because I wouldn't be able to refrain from singing "Lookin' Out My Backdoor".
I can't imagine working in any kind of factory like this. How do you keep from blowing your brains out?
cue Anvil Chorus
Oh...not that kind of pickle.
That must be wonderful on the wrists.
|Jet Bin Fever |
And you thought your job was tedious.
|Prickly Pete |
Not nearly as exciting as they made it look here: http://youtu.be/BHPb94X0NJE?t=57s
I'm really amazed nobody has made a comment about the apparently small-ish size of Asian pickles, if these are indicative of the norm.
I think by "pickle" they mean a pickled vegetable, not a cucumber pickle. I am still not sure what it is though, perhaps a radish/turnip type thing.
that garlic makes american garlic look really small and effeminate.
Wouldn't it be easier for the guy to just sort the pickles himself? I mean, he has hands and presumably knows how big stuff is...
A man arrives home and tells his wife that he was just fired from his job at the pickle factory.
"what happened?" she asks
"They caught me having sex with the pickle sorter." He replies.
"Oh. Well, what are they going to do with the pickle sorter?" asks his wife.
The man thinks about it for a second and replies
"I don't know for sure, but I imagine they're going to fire her too."
"Pickle sorting machine", like they used to call me at the YMCA.
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