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12-06-2018, 12:39 AM
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Re: Intense Massage Session
Your right! That almost happened to me on my last day of work once. Some of my co-workers snatched me up, and pinned me while others began to ravel me in shrink-wrap. I broke free twice before the layers built up enough not to be able to pinch and scratch through, and before they were able to put their green spray paint to use. The idea was to wrap me up, paint me like a slug, raise me up on a palette and wheel me around on a forklift until the store opened in the morning. My nickname on the nightshift was Slug, you see--a moniker I adopted for my uncanny ability to take entire 10 hour shifts walking from one end of the store to the other, and my imperviousness to angry intercom squawkery. Misplaced frustration on all their parts though, as I had my hands very full hijacking the store's sound system every night, and organizing, trying to negotiate, and then activating the bi-nightly water balloon wars between the clannish Somalians and everyone else. Nothing sluggish about any of it.
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