The joke is that Randy would rather have a job fucking around for sixty-five minutes than doing anything else, including his current job creating unfunny jokes for stick figures to say.
To quote the looped sample that opens Chumbawamba's WYSIWYG, "[fade in] stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid [fade out]"
What's the entertainment in this? I'd understand if his dream job was "[doing something that requires little effort put pays well]" but OH WAIT THAT IS HIS JOB.
The really weird part about this is that, if you think about it, he could have said he wanted to do anything as a dream job, since the joke is supposed to be that one's most desired job would have extremely unrealistic requirements. So he should have put the thing that would have made him happiest, like the common response to "What is your dream job?": "Being payed to have sex with multiple people that I am sexually attracted to.". With this comic he is literally saying that he would be happiest pealing lint from dryer traps. The alt-text takes this further, saying he would be even happier if he came out of retirement for a brief stint of biting wax. To quote my beloved Holy Cabbage, "What the ACTUAL FUCKING SHIT!?".
To humor an alternate explanation, he's using "dream job" literally, e.g.: a job you have in your dreams when you sleep, in which case he's not being surrealistic enough. A dream job would be more along the lines of delivering feet to the guy who played Goblin in Spiderman because of an angry unicorn.
Jesus Christ this was terrible. Fuck.
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