Hey x-ray boy. You're just jealous that I don't have to punch a time clock and ask permission to leave my desk like you did.

That's because I'm not a retard like you are so I get to manage my own time at work. If I feel like taking a couple minutes to point out what a cock gobbling fraud you are, then that's what I do - and my boss is ok with it because I get sh!t done.

Your jealousy is duly noted, though.
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She was standin' alone over by the juke box, like she'd something to sell.
I said "baby, what's the goin' price?" She told me to go to hell.

Bon Scott - Shot Down in Flames