Reverend Jesse Jackson should be the next Pope

Ding dong the Pope is dead. I have stopped really caring about much at work. I proved that I am a good worker and a decent guy in my first two weeks so now there is no reason for me to give a rats ass so I started mixing 'work' Chris with 'home' Chris to surprisingly fun results. The other day we were cashing out and it was just me and the manager girl (lazy eyed) and I asked if I could have two hundred bucks, she asked why, and I said to buy a whore, then I said if I had all the money in the till I could buy any whore I wanted. This is all said in french so they never quite know if I am totally aware of what I am saying. I get really long pauses until they laugh. Then yesterday moments after the Pope died I went to see the store owner who up to date has had only proffessional conversations with me and he is a quite a stand up guy if not a little stiff and I asked him if I could go home and mourne and he just looked at me and could not understand where I was coming from. I laughed about 5s later so he wised up but it was hilarious. I am going to have fun with these people until all of whats left of me has withered away.
I am still interested in self-lobotomy kits so let me know if anyone finds one.