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Man am I glad i no longer work at McDonalds. My manager might actually have been the devil, or at least a close relation. I called off one day just because i was hung over from a concert the night before, and they called my house 5 times during the day to make sure i was really 'hurt'. I told them i strained some ligaments in my ankle, but they knew i went to a concert the night before, so i wore this bandage/brace type thing on my ankle for a week when i went to work, just to pull it off.
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Now the swinging bridge<br />Is quieted with creepers. . . <br />Like our tendrilled life. -Basho
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