Upon my 5:30am arrival at work this morning, my mental composure was similar to that of a sentient turd, freshly laid from a dogs bum, and fully aware its about to be stomped upon. Praying that i wouldnt be replaced by someone in need of doing 'light duties' i settled in with 3 cans of V n managed to haul my shambolic mental state thru six hours of
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Alice
Now don't sayI never do nothing for you
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