Dan (not verified) says:

Three months into a new job, I was asked to jump into a dumpster to retrieve blueprints the cleaning crew tossed the night before.

I lacked any kind of health insurance, and for something south of $10 an hour I was asked to jump into dirty metal box whose sole purpose is the housing of evil.

To wash away that experience, I'm sure that night I cracked three Sam Adams, watched "Mr. Show", laughed my tits off, and then passed out on the couch.

David, don't let those jerks get you down. We're all whores, and at the end of the day, 99% of us sit on a couch and hope someone like you can make us laugh..

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