Jack Bauer has no need for urinals nor their cakes

Another season of 24 has come to an end. And once again, I only watched the first two episodes and the final two, and I feel like I missed absolutely nothing
I am sure he killed another 40 people in one day at work, never ate a single dorrito, nor saw the inside of a bathroom. But you got to admire a man that can get from North Hollywood to the far side of the San Fernando Valley in the middle of the day in about five minutes.

I have given up even my high-low standards in looking for a job and am going to settle-like a guy showing up late to a great party because he had to work all night…I am settling for the proverbial fat chick. I have an interview tomorrow with another fucking catering company. Well a side-step is still a step right. So I guess it is time to break out the old catering uniform again…its fun after work when all the girls at the bar want to know why I am dressed like that. Then I tell em why and all of a sudden they’re gone. I gotta learn to not think, not be honest, and just lie.