Sometimes I read those and wonder what the hell the narrator of those jokes and sight-gags has as his major mental problem that makes him so incapable of realizing what makes  a wonderful thing and what makes a bad thing…

Frank has no problem with his job….yeah right buddy…Frank has absolutely no problem with the fact that these bitches made him a cramming eunuch so that they wouldn't got to worry about his being distracted leading to a car accident or having any pleasure himself. Let's chop off your copulating genitals and see how much of a problem you've with it Mr. copulating narrator.