There's so much fucked up shit to get into. Well Snickers,

Welcome back to Little Snickers, baby.

You know, before, oh, my guys, got me gurgling.

Oh, my God.

But it's got me thinking about one of my old coworkers, Miss Lori.

She used to have, like, insane internal farts.

And she would get so embarrassed.

Like, we would all just be sitting there.

There would be three of us in an office, and her stomach would be internally farting.

She'd be like, my stomach is killing me.

I've never heard the term internal fart.

I just made it up, man.

There has to be a word for it, and I'm not looking at up right now.

Siri, call Miss Lurie.

Oh, no.

Did it actually call?

I hope not.

Oh, dude.

Miss Lurie had a very insane boyfriend, and she posted a picture of her son.

It was like my son graduated from college today or something, and I said, oh, congrats

Miss Lori and her son's name.

And the next morning at like 4.30 a.m., I got a phone call. And I didn't answer. It was just like, who the fuck is calling me? And I just turned it off. And she pulled me aside and I say, she's like, hey, I just want to apologize. You know how so-and-so is? Like, he gets super gets super super jealous he saw you commented on my post saying

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