10:38 AM. friday.

right this moment, Keith, the Milk Dud-looking coworker is breathing like a 3-legged tap dancing cow in heat. in this quiet conference room i hear (1)him assualting the keyboard as if it reached for his last pork rind and (2)Keith's breathing which indicates that his backfat has his lungs in chris brown-like choke hold or that (2b)his nasal passage way is obstructed a caramel buildup.

save me.



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