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I was told we were supposed to get off work early today, only no one told me specifically when. So when a boss/co-worker person told me I could go around 1, I went. I guess it was a joke of some sort only I didn't know therefore I got to leave before everyone else. So, the jokes not on me youse bastiches! It's not like they'd fire me anyway. Or, even if they did, where would I manage to find another dreadfully low-paying shit job with redneck morons in Kentucky??? Well, what's the PC term to refer to that fat bastich of a corporate produced logo ho-ho hold on junor jumping into his gas guzzling suv to bring me presents of beer, drugs and babes? "Moron fantasy", that's it I believe. A jedi craves not these things or ah-somethin'
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