Sing along with me now, folks…
I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job.
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I hate your job I hate your job I hate your job I hate your job I hate your job I hate your job
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Come work for MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeEE!!!
Goshdarnit.
If I had my own house, I’d say come live with me.
Now I need to get my own house?
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If Texas wasn’t so damn big (and if you zapped out those 2 states inbetween) we’d practically be neighbors.
And then it would be easier to brainstorm how we’re going to take over the world over a bottomless cup o’ black gold.
Texas T.
But you’re all the way over THERE and I’m all the way over HERE and there’s not a single solution in sight.
So now, I pout.
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