Mao at the Met
That's my boy Mao. Man of the people. The working man's man. The proletariat's pro. I dug deep and summoned my inner communist today and went to work, though I was cooking on the inside. Managed to fulfill most of my duties at the place of employment too. But still, I'm sicker than a pedophile at a Chuckie Cheese birthday party.
Today I'm feeling:
a dose of death
Ouch!
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