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has a life size snork plushie....or reasons.

i've done this. ; ] hated the job this guy, instead of just calling in sick, he sends a sing-a-gram.

and i thought you were fired last month.

so you didn't understand the rules of cross contamination. you've been given ample probationary time to learn the skill. you couldn't operate the machinery properly, creating an unsafe work area. you then stepped into a janitorial role, one you weren't hired for. the senior on the floor had enough and sent you home. you couldn't handle that type of environment, and instead of going to HR or just quitting... we got this. cool

yeah it is...a penis tank

put a challenge out 10 years ago to guess his name and win a pot of gold. he'll never tell his true name is Hubert Blaine Wolfeschlegelsteinhausenbergerdorff Sr.

'cause there's music in the air and lots of lovin' everywhere so gimme the night

he will never report for duty again

mighty mouse. underdog the boy and mr. peabody. that was the morning lineup. once popeye came on, it was out the door before the first one could end, or i'd be late.

lol penis pic

is working on a mental manipulative manipulator to make people quit their job. it's some real professer x shit.

moved off the mashed potato bit, because he doesn't want you to know, every tuesday is mashed potato night, where, our TAO, is compelled to maked mushy replicants of 'devil's tower'.

is trying to bring back the potato battery.

knows how to trip the light fantastic.

chinese takeout all weekend. i make a takeaway last 3 days. if i pick up, she'll put so much more and pop a coke in too. she likes me. i like her. necco wafers. apples. vanilla chai tea. all weekend. water. kudasi, do you make gravy from scratch? you have the perfect base with the crockpot chicken. great. now i'm hungry again. i guess i could make some cookies. eat some pickles.

may or may not be a paid plant in wwe audiences.

has been known to toot a lot of pipes.

remembers how cool the golden crisp bear was.

rides a segway around the mall, directing traffic, writing citations, you know...paul blart stuff.

... nope

loved the new age way the coneheads slept.