I'm still The Man and you're still rejected material for maxi pads. You have no wings and you're not fly. Huh? Yeah that is harsh. Not sure where that came from because I'm having a good morning, governor. Scale went down. Ran my best mile and best overall pace this morning. I, unlike you, was flying. Ok. Flying-ish. That is until I left to go to work, but it took less than 2 hours to get to the office. So, life is great. Period. Uh. Ok. I'll sign a f***ing letter apologizing to you, but who apologizes to the help? I treat you better than they treat the people at Downton Abbey. Ok. Fine. That's not true. Just know that I'm not sorry. Hurry up and hand me the bloody pad bloke.
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