Job Corps is in laymans terms, a literal hell on earth. Imagine doing the same thing every day for months on end with no hope for salvation or redemption. You slowly count the days go by and after months of being there you do nothing that stands out in any unique way or form. It fills you with a burning desire to contract a massive amount of STD's and let thm slowly eat your dick away to take away the pain. Imagine waking up and all day being treted like a pre-schooler with down syndrome who has to be taught how to wipe your ass and how to go to bed. You clean for endless hours all day and do work that a chimpanzee wih broken fingers could manage, but there is so much of it you couldn't get through it all with a team of Harvar graduates. It smeels like ass and depression everywhere you go and all you can do to disguise it is to play out brutal and vivid suicide scenes of your own death in your head. They repremand you for being an individual and daily mind-fucks are administered by law. Not to mention the people who go there. Tke the biggest group of fuck ups, tweakers, ass-holes, and make them all sexually frustrated and you have the workings of a Job Corps facility. Going there is the eqivalent of taking a ballpeen hammer to all the jonts in yur body repeatedly, for months on end. Its symptoms are chronic masturbation, depression, alcoholism, frustration, and death. If you know a person who is going to go to Job Corps just hit them with a 2x4 for a few hours before they leave to get them attuned to the life they are about to suffer. If you are planning to go to Job Corps just kill yourself now and postpone your eternal suffering
Guy 1- Hey did you hear, John is going to Job Corps?
Guy 2- Wow we better go get a 2x4 so we can help him out!
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