Gaybro Gets a Job

'Have you heard?' Mum asks.
'Oh, did he tell you?' Dad excitedly queries.
'It's great, they'll finally have some money.' Annie says.
'Maybe they can fix the gate so Princess can play in the backyard on her own.' Marge states looking wistfully out the window.

Ever since Annie took a summer job at Pepper's Pizza, Marge has asked Gaybro to apply. 'They wouldn't take me so there's no point asking.' Gaybro replied. 'I"m too old for that kind of job, they only ever pick teenagers.' Gaybro explains. 'Plus, I am a qualified teacher.'
'Sometimes,' Marge says sternly 'any job, is better than no job at all. Should I remind you that we paid your internet bill this month?'
So when Gaybro printed out his resume he didn't bother editing it. He didn't even write a cover letter. It's not like they will read it. But it will make his Mummy happy, and that means she might drive him to the movies on the weekend if he invites her to go with him. YES!

Little did Gaybro know, that Marge knew everyone in the little country town on the hills of Woolamaloo. Promptly she rang fellow member of the Church Bobby Jo. 'Bobby Jo. It's Marge here. Do you remember my son Gaybro? Yes.. well he's applied to help out at your lovely Pizza shop, and I've got a big basket of zucchini's here with your name on it.'
'Right-o Marge, I'll see to it. Zucchini's hey. Ethel will be pleased with that.'

When Gaybro started work at Pepper's Pizza the staff were happy Gaybro was old enough to work on a school night past 9 pm and had a licence. Gaybro was promoted immediately to delivery boy. He was SO proud of himself.

One Sunday afternoon we all decided to head off to the pub for a few drinks before heading home. 'Do you want to come too, for an hour or so before work?' Patsy asked.
'Yes, I will, just let me get my things.' Gaybro replied happily, wandering off into the kitchen. A few seconds later Gaybro could be heard whispering. 'Sorry... I won't be able to come in to work tonight. No I'm sick, yes I'm getting really sick. OK see you tomorrow'

'Did you just call in SICK? For a job that's only on a three month casual contract?' Betty exclaimed in disbelief when Gaybro entered the room.
Gaybro looked surprised. How dare she! He was sick! He had mouth ulcers! Heaps of them! Alcohol is good for treating mouth ulcers.
'They don't mind,' he says, 'I do it all the time.'