He was in the office with no idea of how to work the copier machine. You see, it was his first day on the job working for Mr. Hobbs. They worked in an insurance office downtown. Mohammad Fasaud, that was his name, couldn't find where you placed the document to photo copy it. He had stated on his resume that he was the best fella for any company looking for motivated "Zest." Mohammad was in such a mess trying to figure out this "corporate test," he became a pest. He had even made a request to the ladies with the finger bitting nest. Mohammad claimed to be out of his mother "play dress," but the tie to his shirt vest was certainly the shortest. Mohammad to a co-worker said "I ought to "quit and go to the oil fields with the rest, but I can't see myself wearing the facial crest telling people I'm a guess." "Who am I?"
Written by: Patrick James Quaker
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