
I quit my job as an undertaker. I just couldn’t keep letting people down.

I quit my job as an undertaker. I just couldn’t keep letting people down.

The lumberjack’s union was infiltrated by a splinter group.

Years ago, I worked as a welder.
It was not riveting.

Were journalists in ancient Rome and Greece called “Columnists?”

I used to work in the Dutch wooden shoe factory,
until the machine got all clogged up.

Those miner helmets make me feel lightheaded.

I’ve decided to become a shepherd,
mostly for the staff discount.
Though, some might say “crook!”

It’s that same old story of a young trout
who left his school and moved to Pittsburgh to become a steelhead in a floundry.

I rented a limousine but there was no driver.
I can’t believe I spent that money and have nothing to chauffeur it.

News from the furniture maker’s convention:
the chair recognized the bureau but tabled discussion for later.