I would rather chew glass wrapped in tinfoil than do any of these things.
This week for our Random Wednesday blogging, the topic is “You Couldn’t Pay Me To…” which dovetails really nicely with this picture Corwin, my youngest son just drew for me. (Click to Embiggen.)
I’m thinking this has the potential to be a fairly endless post, because there’s a fuck-ton of things you couldn’t pay me to do. But let’s see how it goes, shall we?
You couldn’t pay me to…
Work in a slaughterhouse. This seems pretty self explanatory. I just couldn’t do it.
Climb mountains. – I’m real lazy. And also clumsy. This seems like a terrible combo.
Work high steel. – See above.
Spend time with clowns or spiders. – I can’t begin to imagine the amounts of anxiety I’d have if this was my lot in life.
Work for the Republican party. — I’m guessing this would just end in tears and recriminations on everyone’s part.
Do math. – It’s really better for everyone if I don’t.
Do anything that involves me putting my hands in other people’s mouths. – Nope. Nope. Nope.
Home sales of any kind. – I’m horrible at selling things. And I’d feel guilty if people impulse shopped and couldn’t afford it.
Be a paparazzo. – I can’t imagine how shitty it would feel to invade people’s privacy like that.
Listen to Van Halen, Hall and Oates or Huey Lewis and the News. I don’t know that there’s any way to adequately explain how very, very much I loathe these bands. Possibly more than Nickelback.
I’m sure there are a crapton more things I rather not do, but this is my list thus far. Check out all the things my lovely blog mates couldn’t be paid to do by clicking on their names. And let us know what you couldn’t be paid to do!