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Receptionist in my office:
You have a raging headache, but you dislike me so much that you refuse to ask me - the only person with any medication in the building - for medication that would help you feel better. You make a box of rocks look brilliant.
I always knew your nasty attitude towards me would bite you in the behind because if you can tell our coworker that you didn't ask me for medicine, but she's damn near asking for you, then I ain't gotta do nothin' but stay black and die. Why offer when you ignore me consistently anyway? Besides, I feel pretty good right now. I'll be in the gym losing more weight while you'll be fighting Atlanta's Friday rush hour traffic (hell to the naw) when we get off at 6.
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