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There are just some people you wish would get on the express train to hell--people who turn your stomach with their incessant need to talk about themselves; people, whose sole purpose in life is to be a professional annoyance. God, I hope those people would just make like a fetus and head out. (That's absquatulate to you, posers.) I am quite sure the day would come when Mammon would feed on their souls and throw the carcasses to hyenas.
Hmmm, I love the smell of snarkiness in the evening.
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