The countdown is ticking and the salt is still being pounded by the grunts here at work. We have 46 days til we hit the breadline. I'm pretty bored, but am still doing my job and all that is required. That said, I'm glad the end is near. A fresh start is always good. After all, nobody likes pounding salt in a deadend job. Where the hell is Drunk Dave? Probably getting all boozed up. The lush says he's coming for a visit on NFL Draft weekend, but I won't hold my breath. Plus, it's expensive when he comes as my paying the tab is the "least I can do."
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You have a thing for working in salt mines, don't you?
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