I gave up surfing in Hawaii to make sandwiches. Now my life is very sub dude.
Have a low paying job? Could be a case of gross income pittance.
Becoming a lumberjack is a question of wood, not could.
I want to be a pastry chef, because I feel that tart imitates life.
Filling sausages for a living? That’s a wurst-case scenario.
When I told my family I was becoming a yoga instructor they looked at me like I was a mat man.
People who work at car factories are just out to make a quick Buick.
Oil drillers never stop working, even when on hole a day.
Mushroom pickers have loose morels.
I just got a job running Old McDonald’s farm. I’m the new CEIEIO.