Today is the first day I am starting to feel a bit better. Thus, I have no desire to spend my first day of non-total-misery working. Let's go get a damn beer for crying out loud.
Sat in the steam room this morning. I felt like a 300-lb. mob boss. All I needed was a cigar and the power to order someone to be whacked.
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You forgot the part about the naked leprechaun.
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