Excuse the silence. Been on holiday. Stretching my legs in preparation for another year at Hogwarts.
My employer disapproves of my vacationing. Doesn't like it when the drones leave the hive.
In retaliation of my relaxation, he's given me a papercut on that fair bit of flesh in between one's lips. And wouldn't you know it, we had salty potato chips at lunch. Burns.
But I have plans to turn the tables.
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Paper cut eh? Nasty.
Have you considered a Chinese burn as your retaliation?
Perhaps even a towel snap. Ouch...
you are a great writer, but what is up with all the voilence?
How about a good old prank call to the office?
Just order him a bunch of viagra, cialis, and levitra information to be delivered to the workplace, along with catalogs from various sex aid companies and gay porn mags.
Fix him, dude!
Know u're better at making papercuts
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