
August 11 was being a real bitch in the real condescending, 'i wanna smack the living daylights outta' kinda bitch.
We had a shouting competition at about 9am. I think the office went quiet, because I actually heard someone's pen drop.
And everyone forgot to answer the phone.

Way to pour cold water on an argument Old Man.
Sheesh.
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