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| So, yesterday, my boss calls me up, and tells me that I have to go to work on fucking Sunday. Not only that, he says I have to buy a box of donuts. | |
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| Yeah, and you just know that the only ones there are going to be me and him... or just me. I don't know if he's even showing up. | |
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| Your job sounds like a piece of shit. | |
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TARGETS ELIMINATED, MR. PRESIDENT
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| Oh, hey, are we supposed to be standing outside the White HouARRRRRRRR GGGGGGGGGHHHH HHHHHHHHH!!!! | |
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