The Fat Spencer's Gym

Do i really fathom the psyche within me?
Erm, no.
My life is full of bafflement and doldrums.

Anyway i cudgel my brains, and erm, what occupations should i slog my life away?
A rugby coach?
Nah, the wages are like peanuts.
A policeman?
Nah, i am roly-poly to chase robbers across three streets.
A fireman?
Nah, have you seen a roasted pig in engulfed flames?
A teacher?
Nah, it's too dreary, but teaching in girls school will be a nice encounter.
A taxi-driver?
Nah, dont you know a lot taxi drivers end up in NKF charity shows?
A minister?
Sure, why not? Corruption will be rampant.
An accountant?
Let me see, again, corruption will be prevailing.
A receptionist?
Nah, i will rail at the callers with hokkien vulgarities.
An engineer?
Nah, what the hell does an engineer do? Wank?
An interior designer?
Nah, i do not have juices of creativity.
A doctor?
Nah, blood and brain juices should be oozing in the field, not in the hospital wards.
A nurse?
Nah, and what the fcuk.
A singer?
Sure, a singer for the dead.
A information technology consultant?
Nah, i have defective computing skills.
A hawker?
Nah, i will gorge the food first.

Anyway the answer is so discernible.
A pimp.