Worst job I ever hadwas working in a nappy factory. Not your regular, garden variety pampers, but old person nappies! As if it wasn't bad enough having to unclog extra absorbent material from machine jams, it was seriously unnerving passing the 'quality assurance' room that for some reason was always locked and the window blacked out.
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Damocles wants no part of your debauchery,
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