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Four boring jobs. Four bored idiots. Witness the workday ramblings of a quartet of morons breaking the chains of tedium before nipping off to the pub. Atop Mount Drinkmore, every hour is Happy Hour.
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4 comments:
She tells me she loves me every single day now. At first it was weird but now I believe it. I didn't know she loved you as well, though, Dave. Looks like I'm gonna have to step it up a notch!
She's MINE!
Never!
You can have the guy who sings along with Johnny Cash CDs.
No wonder the September 6 edition of the Metro featured the headline
COMMUTER TURNS DEAF EAR TO BLESSING; BELIEVES NEWSPAPER BIZ SHOULD REMAIN SECULAR
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