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Big **** The Head ******** was the head of all the ********* in the ******** Shed. What made Big **** so skilled and keen at dickheadedness was to be seen. Big **** had a certain ******* flair, for tugging at everyone's short and curly hair. He never had an important specialty, except for being a type-A personality. His skills were near to nothing great. He kinda looked like a backward ape, with a necktie 20 years gone out of style, and his middle-management bullshitty wiles; "I'm better than any ******** here!" He'd proclaim everyday with a prickish sneer. So they put him on his own cocky shelf, where he could reign all by himself, and every ******** ***** or asshole-wanna-be, would come to the ******** Shed just to see, what they could achieve if they'd observe instead, the ways and means of Big **** The Head ******** ___________ Dedicated to every single uptight, middle-management, pain in the **** you have ever had to work with or for.
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Aug 8, 2010
Aug 8, 2010 at 1:07 PM UTC
Big **** The Head ********
Big **** The Head ******** was the head of all the ********* in the ******** Shed. What made Big **** so skilled and keen at dickheadedness was to be seen. Big **** had a certain ******* flair, for tugging at everyone's short and curly hair. He never had an important specialty, except for being a type-A personality. His skills were near to nothing great. He kinda looked like a backward ape, with a necktie 20 years gone out of style, and his middle-management bullshitty wiles; "I'm better than any ******** here!" He'd proclaim everyday with a prickish sneer. So they put him on his own cocky shelf, where he could reign all by himself, and every ******** ***** or asshole-wanna-be, would come to the ******** Shed just to see, what they could achieve if they'd observe instead, the ways and means of Big **** The Head ******** ___________ Dedicated to every single uptight, middle-management, pain in the **** you have ever had to work with or for.
D. Conors 08 August 2010
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Aug 8, 2010
Aug 8, 2010 at 1:07 PM UTC
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