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| My god, what a weekend! Turkey, pie *and* sex! It gets no better! | |
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| But now, back to the grind. Workin' for the man. Toiling in the proletarian Hell known as perdition. | |
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| Aren't we being just a tad overdramatic? | |
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| Perhaps. But doesn't it bother you that I share such outward hostility about my job with anyone who'll listen? | |
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| No, not really. Just make sure that when you move on to random acts of violence, you give The General a kevlar vest. | |
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