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Re: Utterly Fed Up
by
Mr. Nighttime
Try some self electro-convulsive therapy: Take your defibrillator, grease the paddles thoroughly, (you don't want to leave any tell-tale marks.) place them to your head and discharge at full charge, all the while saying, "I love my job, I love my job, I love my job......
See how good that felt?
It's simple, but it always worked for me.... ;-)
It's either that, or you walk around with a sign around your neck saying: "Please keep your hands and fingers away from the paramedic. He bites."
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