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I want you to lie to me. I want you to tell me that in your dreams you wear an ugly polo and khaki pants. And that you LOVE tucking your shirt in. I want you to tell me that flipping burgers is a step in the door to reaching your life-long goals. I want you to get on your hands and knees. I want you to beg. I want you to plead. I want you to say you'll never be as successful as me. I want you to accept you'll never be free. **THEN. MAYBE.** You'll earn the right to make minimum wage.
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Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 5:17 PM UTC
Franchise Job Interview.
I want you to lie to me. I want you to tell me that in your dreams you wear an ugly polo and khaki pants. And that you LOVE tucking your shirt in. I want you to tell me that flipping burgers is a step in the door to reaching your life-long goals. I want you to get on your hands and knees. I want you to beg. I want you to plead. I want you to say you'll never be as successful as me. I want you to accept you'll never be free. **THEN. MAYBE.** You'll earn the right to make minimum wage.
shanekwa
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Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 5:17 PM UTC
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