Work, work, work

A guys bitching about how many years he’s been working.

“Since I was almost eighteen!” He says with the world weary croak of a twenty-two year old.

“Oh please!” I, a man who’s been working since longer than bitch boy’s been alive. “My Mother got me my first job right out of the womb as a crying baby at a slapping factory.”

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