Our boy Chess is back on the scene.

Stumbled out of a bar after the Lakers' blowout the other night (that would be game 6 in which they were at the wrong end of the score) and I came across a new ad from our boy Chess.

This time around Chess doesn't want a date or people to help with stuff. He's offering jobs, which is this economic climate is no small feat.

The only catch is you need to have four or more planets in Pisces in order to eligible for a whopping $8 an hour. Last time I checked the ability to breathe was the only requirement to pull down 1.6 Five Dollar Footlongs an hour before taxes.

Oh well, at least Chess' phone number is unchanged from last week.