This poor bastard is lucky his wife isn't a bitch like me. I'd have said "Oh, stop whining about your toothache and go to work already." Of course, Mr. Carly pushed my buttons today by asking me to make him coffee, right when they were starting to review fashions from last night on TV. The nerve of that guy.
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How did I know you were also going to blog on this? Yeah, me too.
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