Two story. I didn't chat to my bro for like 12 years. Like, yeah, let's catch up. He linked me after work. He said, during work lunch hour, I said, I've only got an hour, bro. It's gonna be sick to see you. And it's in years, yeah, yeah, yeah. Came, I was like, you're dressed better smart, bro. I'm laughing. We got briefcase, bro. We go with wasabi,, with wasabi. And then he goes, cut. Chik-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-c. Do you want to be financially free? And I looked at him, I said, you're not doing this to me. I said, bro, you're not doing this to me. I ain't seen you in that damn. Don't you.

Don't me in.

I said, throw me in.

And you said, don't be married to you.

I said, it's my fault.

I'm taking my fault.

Hey, no, no.

You're challenging me.

You want to go, bro?

I won't lie.

I'll lose.

It's me the long time.

Good down.

All right.

What's happening?

You bad, bad people.

Because this week, yeah, I've decided to tell the managers to move mad.

You people that have been slacking at work, not joining teams calls on time,

camera off, bonnet on, shirt with no trousers, flip-flops, heating's off

because you're just trying to save peas, so you're even working slow, not replying to clients. Your manager's sick of you. You've got performance review on Tuesday. You think you're going to pass probation. Managers move mad, man. This is Christmas period that people think, oh, yeah, Christmas's coming. I ain't even got a book the two weeks off. We're just all going to slack.

Managers is time to move mad because I put out of Sutton

on Instagram.

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