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Wow....lol

That’s cute.

Lol you are such an asshole.

Lol sure but you gotta move to NY

Zeni buttbabies will be the end of us all.

Where I work it’s pretty relaxed. One of the bosses encourages the honoring of 4:20 everyday.

The first thing Zeni hears from his cellie “Boy, you’re smooth like a bitch and your mouth is awful purty” 😬😆

I’m not even using lube. He’ll be lucky if I use spit

And then this asshole shows up cuz he wants me to peg him.

I can get you an office job but I’ll feel bad when it’s not as fun as on TV. We even have a water cooler that we all curse at when we get stuck having to replace it.

You steal shit off your job all the time, so it’s not a photoshop because you stole all that shit cuz you thought it was a fun way to decorate your torture dungeon.

Did you get a shiny yet? I haven’t but it’s 100% catch rate if yours happens to be shiny

Imma just keep posting this shit cuz I have no idea wtf you're talking about and I think you're confusing me with someone else

Do you know what cherry picking means cuz I'm not so sure that you do

I'm supposed to be noticing something?

I dunno, I have no idea wtf you're talking about. I really don't think I can be any clearer about that

lol, he called me a nimnook, I'm just....lol

WTF is that shit? You playing Janitorial Game of Thrones or somethin?

I'll do the best I can, it's just scraps of paper....those poor people

I, not unlike poor Corrine, have no idea wtf you're talking about

This is the real life story of Corrine Johnson told by her through scraps of papers found in Packard's "Torture Dungeon" DAY 1: I don't know where I am or why I was brought here, the last things I remember were being asked for a cigarette by a disheveled old man. I don't smoke, he asked me, "Did you know cigarette smoke doesn't smell on its own? You only THINK you smell it!" When I told him I didn't know that, everything went black. DAY 2: I'm not sure if the disheveled old man from the street is the same man that took me. I'm frightened and hungry, I want to go home. I'm not alone in here, there's a young Asian woman in a sailor suit and a very thin man, his age is unknown, he looks so thin, his eyes so hollow, he can be 13 or 30. I think they've been here a very long time. I must find a way out. DAY 5: The disheveled old man is the one that took me, he took all of us. Jerome has been here 6 months and he told me that the Asian woman was here when he got here. She doesn't speak much English. She was visiting NYC Comic-Con, that's the most I can gather from her limited English. Every night she cries, "Please kill me" DAY 14: The disheveled old man finally came back. He talks about ridiculous things and taunts us when we don't know how to respond. He calls the Asian girl "Aiko", I doubt that's her name. I miss my home and my cat, no one knows I'm gone and poor Boots won't be fed, he might already be dead. DAY 15: Old Man almost killed me. He shoved a rag that stunk like an ashtray into my mouth. I panicked, I couldn't breathe, the tears stung my eyes, the crying made it worse, the snot just dripped from my nose, I really thought I was going to die. Mom, if you ever see this, I love you and I'm sorry. DAY 21: Old Man talked at us for hours, rambling about Panera bread and a flimsy turkey sandwich. I don't know the name of the sandwich, he refuses to say. He also goes on and on about a Buddy and a Stilgar from an UEMB. I don't know what he's talking about, only that he's so erratic I might never leave this place. It smells like pinesol and death in here. To be continued....probably