ADD TO THIS STORY I STARTED

[veritas]

Every work place tends to exhibit a frightening characteristic upon a man’s
life, the pressure to make it more important than what it is, as well as make
the people in it a family. On one hand this makes sense, for it is the work
place that enables man to afford the things he would rather be doing than
working when he gets that ever elusive “free time”. It stands to reason as well that the people in the workplace are those a man would interact with more than his own family, and slowly but surely, begin to impact his life and character.
One could reasonably infer that a tight camaraderie in some work venues was desired, if not required, such as a professional sports team, or a Special Forces military unit. One could also posit that some work is far more important than one could rightly imagine, such as those who have the privilege to run countries, or build rocket ships that will one day fly at hyper speed across space. Those same voices might shout that too much free time would cause laziness, which is the pox of human development.
The problem with this thinking is that it seems to make sense. Humans have always historically, made great mistakes, and stood behind initially noble pursuits, because they seemed to make sense. For every Great Wall of China and Great Pyramid, there exists genocide and “Clear Pepsi”. Striving to work at something and make it important, is a far different philosophy and objective then striving at work that is important. Calling people who are not family one’s family based solely upon the collective effort of these individuals to partake in a pointless labor is asking for subconscious stress. In addition to often being a simple manipulative ploy issued by those at the top to increase efficiency by fostering a false morale to add to the bottom line each quarter.
Our hero was not so lucky to build rocket ships, nor was he assigned to run countries. In fact if you would ask him what he wanted to do in life, he would answer “be free”. The reader should bear in mind that he did not always feel this way, and that once upon a time, he too, was a victim of the work place lie. Too make matters worse, he did not even begin to fathom how the work place lie was actually just a small piece to the greater jig-saw puzzle of lies that this world fed the masses as an all you can eat buffet, with flies swarming above the two-day old meatloaf, dried out from heat lamps. So it is with this brief introduction that we begin the story, where all epic stories begin…at the end:

[PancakeBrah]

Big shit poppin nigga. Went to work then ate a sandwich.

[veritas]

Originally Posted by El Pancake

Big shit poppin nigga. Went to work then ate a sandwich.

[veritas]

Originally Posted by El Pancake

Big shit poppin nigga. Went to work then ate a sandwich.

[uh-oh]

tldr

still expect you to read my novels when they drop in 35 years THO

[veritas]

They won't ever. you will be dead.

[Rawn MD]

@uh-oh hes going to have u being story hero

U wull bench press vehicles

Go to lunch

Eat the meatloaf, contact ecoli

Find shabat

And write ur novels as prophecy while surviving projectile vomit n diarrhea

U will b doesetovsky after his death sentence pardon

N that much better, n skinnier for it

Gracious thank him

Retards.

[Fig]

Originally Posted by Sicc

Retards.

Sicc, as my prison bitch, you gotta keep your attitude in check. Thats the only way I can protect you. Otherwise, im just the guy fucking you, alright.

Originally Posted by Sicc

Retards.

[Wise Wiggles]

Originally Posted by Fig

Sicc, as my prison bitch, you gotta keep your attitude in check. Thats the only way I can protect you. Otherwise, im just the guy fucking you, alright.

Needs more punkchewAshin my mexxa