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Solid state
Good post, man, very stylish turn of phrase.
But it's already too late.
At this point in life, anything other than repainting the boardroom in that, y'know, particular shade of red simply has no appeal.
My immortal soul is just like a used handkerchief, the stains on which can only be washed off with... with managerial viscera. Once it's been through a blender.
They do deserve it after all, these guys, don't they ?
So, breakfast tomorrow, toast, coffee and orange juice, and then... the other things.... |
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