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7 comments:
Well now I know where The Ex ended up. Yes he has been fired (twice!) for driving a forklift while high or drunk. He is not exactly the waxiest crayon in the box, my ex.
At least he was good at getting fired.
Ha! "How can I fire thee... Let me count the ways..."
And firing up; that man could make a bong or a pipe out of anything.
Now that's what I call 100% Proof!
You would really hope he didn't light a cigarrette to calm his nerves.
What a waste!
How many potential parties trickled down the drain on that day, Medbh?
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