This isn't an office. It's Hell with fluorescent lighting.
Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.
A little necrophilia never killed anyone.
If you smacked a kid in the face with a bottle of Johnson's No More Tears, would it create beautiful irony?
I still miss...
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