on about what's for dinner. You board the heap of metal hoping that
the fat fuck with the blue tooth won't explode. I don't really care
that you program for a bank. I don't care that your son wants to go
hang out after school. I don't care that your niece is selling girl
scout shit waffles.. It is the policy of the buracracy that your
asshole remain at a level as not to disturb the non asshole. Sit down
and shut up.
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