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| Why do I have to deal with this jerk? It's not enough that he's allowed to urinate in the halls and smell everyone's butts. | |
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| You lookin at somethin, cheese-tits? | |
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| I heard you had a baby shower this weekend. Congrats. You're gonna be a terrible mother. | |
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| At least I don't come to work on a rubber ball wearing smeily, green tights, you, you...canine office bastard! | |
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| Listen, you pencil-pushing crackwhore, I do more work around here than your mouth does on weekends...Can I have your number? | |
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