Don said, "Listen Phil, here's the pitch.

Don said, "Listen Phil, here's the pitch. We go around buy up all the crap at the goodwill and then open a store and call it BigLOTS and resell the crap there." Phil blinked and

and said "It's been done. Ever been to a Tuesday morning?" They each had another shot. Phil looked like shit. "OK," Don said, "How about a place where you

don't have to work on mondays OR tuesdays?". It was a typical Don-on-Pot idea and I liked it. "What about fridays?, I asked. Phil drawled, "Who the fuck wants to work on a friday?

Hey! My name is Phil and I work from home. And I have plenty of beer. Screw tops and tabs. And everyday is casual Friday!

Kicking back with my feet up while digging at my ear with a dull pencil, is my idea of a great way to spend my eight hours of labor for the " Boss." The "Boss" may not

enjoy poppin' a wheelie on a motorcycle, but he can appeciate a good sit. Mr. Burns eyed me carefully, attempting to

dissipate whether I was an alien in disguise or just an MiB trying to erase his memory by luring him on a motorcycle that, to be honest, looked comfortable enough. Mr. Burns sighed

and climbed onto the motorcycle. There was nothing profitable for a crotchety old plutocrat in my Doctor Who Silence disguise. So I drove him back to the Springfield power plant.

where he mutated into a giant pink gorilla with curly eyebrows and a handlebar mustache. Or at least, that's what I think I saw before I became sober again.