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I'm working outside in the balmy heat of twenty degrees, the sun's shining and the birds are singing. I feel sorry for you poor fuckers, trapped in your concrete boxes, staring out of the window with only a sweaty commute back home to look forward to.  |
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"I'm working outside in the balmy heat of twenty degrees, the sun's shining and the birds are singing. I feel sorry for you poor fuckers, trapped in your concrete boxes, staring out of the window with only a sweaty commute back home to look forward to. "
I pity any fucker who's in an office in a Sunday tbh. |
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"I'm working outside in the balmy heat of twenty degrees, the sun's shining and the birds are singing. I feel sorry for you poor fuckers, trapped in your concrete boxes, staring out of the window with only a sweaty commute back home to look forward to.
I pity any fucker who's in an office in a Sunday tbh."
I pity an fucker doing any work on a Sunday! |
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