My cousin Larry amazes me.  He works as a building engineer, but mostly sits around all day, looking up people’s profiles on Myspace.  He earns $70,000 a year for that.  Also, he’s developed a huge gut and is as hairy as the Gorilla, the mascot of the Phoenix Suns.  Still, he gets every girl he hits on.  He just walks up to them and starts talking.  Most of the time, alcohol helps.  In fact, he works the afternoon shift at his job and can basically go out every single night of the week if he feels like it.  And, sometimes, he does.  When he was younger, he was really into motorcross and riding dirtbikes.  If it has an engine, he know show to drive it.  In fact, for a while, he was going to move to Ireland (because of a girl) and become a truck driver there.  Then things went bad with him and that girl, whom I actually never met, and he came back to the States and that’s when he did the apprenticeship to become an engineer.  I have no idea how he was going to drive a truck in Ireland, especially given they have their wheels on the other side of the car.  Not to mention, I would never be able to deal with those roundabouts.