I take comfort in the fact that when this turd of an ecomony finally fucks me in the ass and I'm forced to start living on the streets, I'll probably be able to make enough money for a bottle of whiskey by cleaning people's windshields. I stopped for gas this morning, and used the squeegee to clean the windshield on my car because it was rather funky. After getting back into my car, I was quite impressed with the job I had done.

Always gotta have a backup career plan.