Mr. Tea
Let's Talk About Ceps
I don't think working is either though, unfortunately.
Well, I dunno - with a bit of luck I'll never have to rely on a rubbishy menial job to pay my bills and whatnot, but I suspect that even if I did, it probably wouldn't be as soul-crushingly demeaning as living on state handouts for ever and ever. I mean, whatever happened to the dignity of labour? (Ans.: it disappeared when McDonald's introduced the employee 'star' rating system...)
Your Disneyworld anecdote reminds me of the episode of the Simpsons, where Homer decides to try and become clinically obese for the disability benefits; he tries to ring the number, but the recorded voice says "Your fingers are too fat to pudh the buttons: please mash the keypad now..."