So yesterday I went out to look for a Job with my friends Brian and Gurg at the nearby casino. Luckily for me the casino is just a few miles south of my home, one of the perks of living on the Southern (ass) end of Phoenix. In this town if you go south of Pecos Rd. you're pretty much in reservation territory. The Gila River casino has changed over the few years I've been here. First it started out small like about the size of a Chuckie Cheese, then they moved into this large circus tent like place, an now it's a giant resort. It's a nice facility and the Human Resources department was shockingly not hidden and in plain view. Of course trying to get there was a bit tough and involved driving through a labyrinth of backroads that led us first to the resort area and not the casino area that we wanted. That's okay, it gave us some time to listen to some Minibosses mp3's I burned to disc. By the time we arrived at the HR department, OF COURSE it was closed at exactly 5:00 on a Friday. Damn people, don't they know they should be staying late just to give me a job?

Well that was a complete bust, so we headed back up I-10 to Ray rd. where one of those Americanized sake/sushi bar+grill establishments happens to be. The place is called RA, which is the dumbest title of all, because "RA" is just a syllable in Japanese. Imagine going up to your friend and alerting him or her that you want to go to your favorite Bar+Grill "SE" because they have excellent fried pork asses. Well certainly telling your friend that you want to eat fried pork ass is silly enough, but you get my point. Of course a place like "RA" appeals to the mindless hordes of rich, approaching middle aged, white people that live in my community. To be honest, I don't know how these people got rich, or jobs for that matter. Here I sit constantly searching for a job, while these idiots (and I know they're idiots... I've fixed their computers) somehow have yearly incomes of over $60k a year yet don't understand that when they kick out the ethernet cable from their computer that it will no longer "get the internet." However, that's not the point. The point is... fake breasts. The richer a community is, the more often you'll see women with fake breasts. Phoenix, Arizona is for what I can tell the capital of fake breasts, fake tans, and giant short bus yellow H2's (one of those ridiculously large hummer vehicles).

"But... aren't you male? Don't men like large breasts?"

Hey, I like a large pair of lovely knockers as much as the next guy, but with me it's all natural or nothing. I'd rather a woman's breasts be small and natural than looking like someone shoved a softball underneath her skin. It's just not attractive. So this is what Brian, gurg, and Myself saw at "Ra's" while we were eating cheap sushi. Women with fake breasts.

The moral of the story
Jobs are hard to find. Human Resource departments close at 5:00 pm sharp. People in Ahwatukee are rich, white, and dumb. And...

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