![]() ![]() So our guy is now the CEO of a huge company, a level 5 cheerio and making Bill Gates level money and he finally becomes a Frosted Cheerio. He weighs his options for his replacement and sees our guy and what a hard worker he is and chooses him as his replacement. A few months pass and he is approaching level 5 status when the Head of the entire conglomerate decides to retire. So he is promoted to CEO of the branch that he works in. So he works, level 3, works, level 4, and he works and works and WORKS. But he is hired almost straight away by a branch of a huge conglomerate because they recognized how hard of a worker he is. He is knocked back down to level 2 for the lack in income. ![]() They have to pay out damages and PR and the like and they declare bankruptcy. But then one day a rival company sabotages their operation by putting poison in their toothpaste or whatever the hell they were making. He is promoted to Floor manager of the factory and he is doing great and becomes a level 4 cheerio. So he works and he works and he works and he works and he WORKS, level 2, level 3, and he is doing great again. He gets a job on a production line at a nearby factory and determines himself not to fall back ever again. One day he goes to the casino and he loses and he loses and he loses and he gambled all his money away and he gets fired to boot because gambling is against company policy. He feels sucessful for the first time in his life but he is starting to fall back on his old ways. ![]() And he works and he works and he works and by having that income raise he finally becomes a level 3 cheerio. So he works and he works and he gets promoted at the restraunt and is making more money. Now he goes back to the princess and askes her again, "will you marry me?" she says "no honey you really do have to become a frosted cheerio first." So he goes back and he works and works, hes a fryboy at McGrubers or something, I dont care. So he works, and he works, and he works, and he WORKS and he finally becomes a level 2 cheerio. Now by having a job and his debts paid he becomes a level 1 cheerio. Tell you what I will marry you if you can become a frosted cheerio" So our guy goes back with a determination and gets a job and starts to pay off his debts. So one day he sneaks into the royal gala and goes up to the princess and asks her "will you marry me?" Now she says "I like your style, youre a good looking guy, a bit scruffy but I like you. But he falls in love with a frosted cheerio princess. Hes homeless, living out on the street, probaly an alchoholic. So there is this land called cheerio land and in cheerio land there are 7 classes of cheerio, 0-5 and the frosted cheerios. The little shit's name is Kevin.Oh boy do i have a joke for you.Its called the cheerio joke. "Thanks," said the grandfather, "but I'm William. William is very lucky to have you as his grandpa." That whole time, you kept your composure, and no matter how loud and disruptive he got, you just calmly kept saying things would be OK. She says to the elderly gentleman: "It's none of my business, but you were amazing in there. Very impressed, the woman goes outside where the grandfather is loading his groceries and the boy into the car. We'll be home in five minutes stay cool, William." Hang in there, boy."Īt the checkout, the little terror is throwing items out of the cart, and Granddad says again in a controlled voice: "William, William, relax buddy, don't get upset. Meanwhile, Granddad is working his way around, saying in a controlled voice: "Easy, William, we won't be long, easy, boy."Īnother outburst, and she hears the granddad calmly say: "It's OK, William, just a couple more minutes and we'll be out of here. It's obvious to her that he has his hands full with the child screaming for candy in the candy aisle, cookies in the cookie aisle and for cereal and soda in the other aisles. A grandfather and his grandson in the supermarketĪ woman in a supermarket is following a grandfather and his badly behaved three-year-old grandson. ![]()
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