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| I used to be a successful stockbroker. And then one day my wife caught me in bed with my secretary. So she whacked me on the head with a frying pan. | |
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| Now I'm a fucking mess. I'm depressed. I feel worthless. I live in a garbage can. Could I possibly degrade myself any further? | |
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| In retrospect, I probably should've stayed away from the secretary. Wirthling wasn't all that good in bed, anyway. | |
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