George Zimmerman hired as Disney prince
Unconvicted murderer George Zimmerman of Seffner Florida, has gotten a job in the nearby town of Orlando at Disney World as a prince who will perform for, and greet, guests.
“We wish we didn’t have to do this, but nobody wants to work!” Said the general manager of the Orlando Disney World.
“Everybody just wants to kick back and collect unemployment instead of getting back to work at jobs that don’t care about them and pay them too little! George was the only one who applied! I’ve got him playing 12 different princes around the parks, there’s a good chance if you go to one of the Orlando Disney parks you’re going to see Zimmerman at least 6-7 times.” The general manager said.
“It’s true.” Zimmerman said, walking into the managers office dressed as Gaston from Beauty and the Beast.
“I think it’s really going to help my image with a new generation. All the kids don’t know who I am, but every one of their parents hates me. And it drives them crazy to see their kid getting excited to see me. I think this could be my way back in to good standings in the community.” Zimmerman said to me.
“I don’t think so!” I said, pulling a lever next to the managers desk which I knew was a trap door in the exact spot George Zimmerman was standing.
“Nooooo!” Zimmerman screamed on his way down the pit of abyss.
“That takes care of that.” I said, dusting off my hands, signifying my job here was done.
“What about the position of prince?” The Disney GM asked.
“Well, I can be the prince!” I exclaimed.
Then the general manager cheered and hoisted me up on his shoulders in celebration.
“It’s going to be a brutal commute for me though, because I do news in Tampa so It’ll be a lot of driving over here so I’m going to need you to give me a house I can stay at while I work here some nights, and when I choose to sleep back in Tampa.”
“Yea whatever you need.” The general manager graciously complied.
“However you’re going to need to share the house with our Disney princess we have working the parks.” The GM continued.
“Ok, no problem.” I responded.
“And who might that be?”
“Casey Anthony” Said the GM.
Then I did one of those faces from Home Alone where I slapped the side of my cheeks then stared into the camera like, “AHHHH!”
