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 | Hi, I'm a nominal character. A token figure in life's narrative, placed here as a prop to blandly and blindly provide good times for the more popular sitcom characters of the world. | |
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| Because of this I am full of bitter rage and recrimination. I would happily attack you from behind in a dark alley with a sock full of the meager change I make in tips. Then I would use your cell phone to call your special someone and make sexual threats. Probably because the long hours I work just to make ends meet deny me the opportunity to meet nice ladies. | |
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| Recently Fired Guy no longer at work |
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| But you'll never know any of that because I will always be smiling and my spit tastes just like Vodka. | |
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| No tip for you, good to know. | |
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