Yes it Does
Part LXXIV
The Job Interview
Yes was licking the sofa springs in the reception room of a very powerful Wall Street firm when the receptionist spoke to him.
“Mr. I Lickyoutoo will see you now!” said Ma’aa’aa’am.
Yes nibbled the doorknob and entered the gentleman’s office.
“Ahhh, Mr. Does, you made it. Please sit down.”
“Does it?” said Yes.
“Sure, whatever. Anyway, I can’t seem to find your resumé, do you have a copy with you?”
“Yes,” said Yes as he handed him a crumpled wad of paper.
“Well, let’s see,” the interviewer flattened the wad of resumé out with the base of a stapler, “for other job experiences you wrote down: ‘Yes it. Does yes it does, it does. It yes, does yes it. It yes.’ That makes absolutely no sense whatsoever.”
“It,” said Yes.
“Since this job includes a lot of interaction with your fellow human co-workers, you wrote -- you drew half an outline of your penis. And concerning your education, you drew the other half of the outline of your penis.”
“Yes,” said Yes.
“This application is terrific! I’m hiring you on the spot! You’re just the man we need to crawl inside of tunnels of urine.”
Yes was so happy he licked Tim’s gums.