I was talking to some friends about a mutual friend Gene Brewer:
Yeah, Gene would be sitting around with his feet up since he never did an honest days' work anyway and he would think.... "I need someone to pick on." Instantly "easy pickin's" would come to mind and he would come over to the 70048 building and steal my lunch money. And if that weren't bad enough, he would pick me up and stick my head in the lady's room toilet and flush it. While I would be laying on the tile flooring sobbing my eyes out Gene would walk away counting the money he had taken from me.
Be on notice Mr. Gene Brewer.... I WANT MY LUNCH MONEY BACK.
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