UNC

UNC stands for Unemployed Nasty Chud, and Labor Day rolled around same as always with the whole country acting like they just invented sitting still. Folks fired up the grill, talked about how hard they been working, and posted pictures like they earned a medal for clocking out one time. Me, a proud UNC? I been on that same couch in them same sweatpants since last Thursday, because Thursday was Labor Day too, and so was Friday and Saturday and Sunday. The holiday don't mean much when your job is not having one. While they were out there celebrating a day off, I been celebrating every day off since I learned how to sit. The mailbox didn't even drop a flyer. It knows I ain't laboring. I raised a warm soda at the parade on TV and said well thank you America, but I been on strike since I was born. Then I flipped the channel, stretched out like an old hound that found a sunny spot, and went right back to my union. Just me, myself, and zero hours. Every day is Labor Day when you a Nasty Chud. Only work I done was wondering if that remote was too far to reach.