Good afternoon, you adolesent sexual fantasies.
@tricker I saw you tag me yesterday and I felt compelled.
Motel Turkofornia
In a dark dirty basement
my ass glued to my chair.
Warm smell of hot pockets
rising up through the air.
Though I had ramen noodles aplenty,
my wallet was too light
my bills were heavy and my prospects dim,
And I wanted pizza that night
There it stood in my history;
I felt my confidence swell
And I was thinking to myself,
"I'll make some money, this will go well"
So I joined with a forum, and they showed me the way
There were whispers coming from the work thread,
I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Motel Turkofornia
It's a lovely job (it's a lovely job)
We're a lovely mob
Plenty of HITs at the Motel Turkofornia
Any time of year (Any time of year)
You can find them here
Her mind is Jamiello-twisted
She's got the Peter Burke Bends
She got a lot of tasty, tasty HITs
that she calls friends
How they turk on their futons, grey faded sweats.
Some turk to remember, some turk to forget
So I called up the Admin,
"Please bring me more Endors"
He said, "That requester won't be back until Thursday night at 4"
And still those PANDAs are dinging from far away,
Wake you up in the middle of the night
Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the Motel Turkofornia
It's a lovely job (it's a lovely job)
We're a lovely mob
They're dicking around at the Motel Turkofornia
What a nice demise (what a nice demise)
With their fast replies...
PANDAs on TurkMaster,
The PBR on ice
And she said "We are all just freelancers here, for the lowest price"
And in the Master's chambers,
Tons of HITs to catch
They open up like 20 tabs,
But they just can't kill the batch
Last thing I remember
I was slamming Alt-f4
I had to find the passage back
To the job I worked before
"Relax, " said the night crew,
"We are programmed to deceive.
You can log-out any time you like,
But you can never leave! "
(unless this one said differently, I didn't look.)
That was the best!