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Tomorrow begins the 27th yearlong celebration of a great man's birth. So, everybody raise your cups, bring out the ice cream cakes with strippers, gather with friends at a strip club, buy new stripper shoes, do cartwheels in parking lots of strip clubs, be lazy and sit around at home naked, or whatever you choose to do, just celebrate like it is your day...with strippers.
On another note, my manager at work was being a douchebag to me. Talking all this smack about how my desultory mind causes me to be contumatious. He's just mad because I only do work to propitiate myself because I openly contemn the fact his managerial skills aren't up to par.
On another another note, I have been trying to find really big words with the intent of openly insulting my manager, but not get in trouble for it. I told him today that he looked bescumbered, at which point, he looked at me like I was an idiot. I wish I could see his face when he found out the definition.
Tomorrow, I shall inform him that he's such a great manager, he probably has hirmiscus.
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