Its that time of year again, when you get sucked dry by commercialism at its best and give gifts to people, some of which may or may not not like it.
Yes, when the snow falls and you have to shovel it... or worse... drive through it.
Where am I?
Where else?
Work.
Where will I be tomorrow?
Work.
Don't worry, I'll manage and the fat pay check for work will
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