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I got a job in an auto parts warehouse just off Flower Street. The manager was a tall ugly man with no ass. He always told me whenever he fucked his wife the night before.
“I fucked my wife last night. Get that Williams Brothers order first.” “We’re out of K-3 flanges.” “Backorder them.” I stamped “B.O.” on the packing slip and invoice. “I fucked my wife last night.” I taped up the William Brothers box, labelled it, weighed it, and affixed the necessary postage. “It was pretty good too.” He had a sandy mustache, sandy hair and no ass. “She pissed when she finished.” |
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