But some of us just know. I've always known. Underachieving is my art and I'm uncommonly proud of it.
I do, however, tend to think out loud, and some of my friends, upon exposure to my musings, have challenged me to a game of chess. At which point I inform them I do not play chess.
"You don't play chess? Why not?"
"Because it's more work than I will do for no money."
If that jibe jibes with you, welcome to the club, brother. If you think it's pathetic, have a great day at the plant.
We Lazy-Americans deserve a "month," like any respectable minority.
I propose August; they already call August "the dog days." And who among us slackers hasn't had the curse "you lazy dog" thrown at him?
I've always considered that a mortal insult. Dogs are the opposite of lazy; a dog will pull a sled till he drops.
If you want to cuss me for my inaction, at least be species-correct. Call me lazy as a cat.
Now there's an animal that knows value of hard work.
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