Me: I wish Henry (Brother J’s min-pin) could write my report for me so we could go get a drink.
Brother J: Yeah, cause that would go over really well. A page full of the words FOOD, FOOD, TREAT, TREAT, RUB MY BELLY, and I CAN’T WAIT UNTIL YOU LEAVE THE HOUSE SO I CAN JACK OFF ON YOUR PILLOW AND EAT YOUR UNDERWEAR is exactly the type of content your boss is expecting from you.
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