Happy Quit Your Job and Move to South Africa Day!

Let's face it, you hate your job and everyone knows it. You hate Bucks County, PA and you'd burn it down, if you had enough gasoline in your back shed. Unfortunately for you, your back shed is filled with South African Rands. You've been exchanging your life savings slowly but surely for as many Rands as you can find at local banks. One of the tellers, Shaba-click-click-ranawada has had her eye on you during your last few visits. She's a native South African and she knows what you're up to. Well, at least she thinks she knows. She thinks that you're going to move there, blend in with the local population for as long as you can stand it, then, she thinks that you're going to blow up the Prime Minister's summer getaway. She knows that you wouldn't try to destroy his main house, since the amount of soldiers guarding it vastly outnumbers his summer getaway soldiers. She thinks that you've been plotting your dastardly deed with your old GI Joe figures. (Yeah, she's been watching you play with them through your basement window for the last few nights now.)

She couldn't be more wrong. The only thing that you've ever blown up is you're buddy's spot, while he was kickin' some game to a few local shorties at the mall last week. He really didn't need you to exclaim "Hey Jimmy, did that rash clear up yet, buddy?" You would've hooked up with her ugly friend too, had you not opened your big mouth. But what do you care, you're packing your bags so that you can move to South Africa already.

Better pick up a Zulu to English dictionary, Johannesburg...and Shaba-click-click-ranawada await you...

Happy Quit Your Job and Move to South Africa Day!