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The Office.

Something is wrong with the Indian Boss.

He keeps finding fault with me.
What the fuck is his problem.

Or maybe it is really me.
Really me that is screwing up big time being a Manager.


na-beh.

By: frisky | Thursday, September 20, 2007 at 4:40 PM |no comment |

FI-NA-Frickin-LLY

tongues have danced with wordless music. ;) when are we meeting again ladies?

By: furple | Sunday, September 02, 2007 at 12:18 AM |no comment |