It's like when your girlfiend leaves you and she gets a new boyfriend and it's raining and you pass a garbage-strewn alley and see her performing a lewd act on him while wearing his clothes. Seeing that picture feels like that.
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It's like when your girlfiend leaves you and she gets a new boyfriend and it's raining and you pass a garbage-strewn alley and see her performing a lewd act on him while wearing his clothes. Seeing that picture feels like that.
ReplyDeleteAnd he's wearing #6! That was OUR number!
ReplyDeleteAnd when our eyes are closed and we're shouting, "Oh, JOE, oh, JOE," our new manager will always wonder if it's he that we're dreaming of.
ReplyDeleteAnd it might be.
That's the worst part of it.
It might be.
Get a room, you two!
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