camopaint0707 said:usps worker
Thought you wrote "UPS worker" for a second and thought "they barely come into contact with front doors, never mind people" 
camopaint0707 said:usps worker
Thought you wrote "UPS worker" for a second and thought "they barely come into contact with front doors, never mind people"
Scotty Con Queso said:DrBoost has already said this listing is for pest control. But go ahead, keep guessing. Wrong answers only.
Weight Watchers Coach
I might get assaulted for that guess alone.
Scotty Con Queso said:DrBoost has already said this listing is for pest control. But go ahead, keep guessing. Wrong answers only.
CLEARLY it's a male stripper/chippendale
Wrestling MC.
Either a brain surgeon or a fry cook. I can't decide.
Scotty Con Queso said:Either a brain surgeon or a fry cook. I can't decide.
Line cook might meet all of the requirements, tbf.
Male Ford Econobox.
Edit:
WTF? Just discovered a censorship word that I had no idea existed. The word for a gentleman of potentially negotiable affection.
Deliverator
The Deliverator belongs to an elite order, a hallowed sub-category. He's got esprit up to here. Right now he is preparing to carry out his third mission of the night. His uniform is black as activated charcoal, filtering the very light out of the air. A bullet will bounce off its arachno-fiber weave like a wren hitting a patio door, but excess perspiration wafts through it like a breeze through a freshly napalmed forest. Where his body has bony extremities, the suit has sintered armorgel: feels like gritty jello, protects like a stack of telephone books.
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The Deliverator's car has enough potential energy packed into its batteries to fire a pound of bacon into the Asteroid Belt. Unlike a bimbo box or a Burb beater, the Deliverator's car unloads that power through gaping, gleaming, polished sphincters... You want to talk contact patches? Your car's tires have tiny contact patches, talk to the asphalt in four places the size of your tongue. The Deliverator's car has big sticky tires with contact patches the size of a fat lady's thighs. The Deliverator is in touch with the road, starts like a bad day, stops on a peseta.
As he scrunches to a stop, the electromechanical hatch on the flank of his car is already opening to reveal his empty pizza slots, the door clicking and folding back in on itself like the wing of a beetle. The slots are waiting. Waiting for hot pizza.
In reply to Beer Baron :
Recent, like May-ish change to try to crackdown on the international dating ads that appear overnight.
HHaving spent years as a line cook the description is accurate but the pay is too high.
Any customer facing position in Florida sounds like a good guess.
So far I have the most right wrong answer of a cook.
That was a Jethro Bodine quandary. He couldn't decide if he wanted to be a brain surgeon or a fry cook.
Paramedic/ambulance attendent/EMS depends on what you call them in your area.
Roady.
Commercial luxury submarine technician.
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