And now I'm reduced to doing crap like this for nothing. W/ two still to go. Maybe I'm expressing solidarity w/ any wage-slaves left out there. Take a page from the Bouffant book; tell your bosses to fuck right off & die & then get a county croaker to declare you a total fucking loon. (It's right there in the DSM.) You'll be on the free money gravy train before you know it.
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