The sun is gonna brush it's hairy dick across my forehead in the morning, gently whispering: "you're 4 hours late for work"
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quite the wordsmith.
two scoops of fuck you
That's not the sun. That's Gary, your new cell mate.
Good morning, sunshine!
That's disturbingly funny
No, that'll just be your boss.