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| I decided from here on out, I'm going to attend every meeting dressed as Darth Vader and breath all heavy and shit. | |
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| I have two words for you: SHIT CANNED. The boss wouldn't tolerate such a blatant violation of the dress code. | |
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| Fuck that dude. If he so much as raised an eyebrow to me, I'd pull out my motherfuckin' light saber. And just when he points out that it's a plastic toy and laughs... | |
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| BAM! I'll kick him in the junk so hard, that all of his kids will be born with birth marks that look like a Nike logo. | |
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| Do we get to rebuild the death star upon his defeat, or would a simple end-zone style celebration dance suffice? | |
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