Yeah, go ahead and have a good guffaw. Uncle Joel is cleaning stuff…like that ever works out well…


Somebody said, ‘if my job gets taken by a black box, I’ll get a job making black boxes.’ The horses are gone so I’m a shit-shoveler no more, and if they successfully sell the place I’ll even lose the caretaking gig, but at least at the moment I’m getting paid hourly to empty and clean the house.
If my ex could see me now…
















































Hey Joel. You somehow neglected to add the picture of you working in your French maid’s outfit.
The Internets may not have decency laws now, but that would get people clamoring for them.
Any idea what sort of price they are planning to ask? You might have a caretaking gig for a very long time…
A price hasn’t been set though I expect one soon. And yeah, I’d be shocked if there was a sale very soon. The next-door house has been on the market for years.
Of course, I’ve been shocked before…
Imagine the matrimony/kept man offers that will come pouring in from women who desperately want a man who can cook and clean. Your financial worries will be over. Just make sure you get a pre-nup agreement signed.
You’ll never take me alive, copper.