Motherfucker shipped my t1 card in a damn Mac and cheese box

When a potential employer is trying to negotiate salary with me

Hey Mr. Wilson! How many nights do you lie awake, alone in your bed next to the empty space once occupied by wife? Do you reflect on your own mortality and your inability to sway death's hand? Wondering if tonight is the night that it comes for you as it came for her all those years ago? Can you even remember what her eyes looked like, Mr. Wilson? Can you remember her smell? Or has time finally stolen that from you like it stole your youth? Why do you tremble Mr. Wilson?

Cleaned up alright considering it had battery acid leaked all over it

Making a concentrated effort to take more walking breaks at work

When I hear you talking shit like I wouldn't find out

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NIGHTMARE ZONE

Nightmare Zone is a Mastodon instance for people with Poison Brain.