Because I have enough taste to choose not to wear gold lamé 'bar shirts,' I am denied the promotion I deserve.
My bosses will marry me, fuck me and serve me drinks until I can drink, fuck and wed no more, but will not let me pour vodka-red bulls at high volume on Fridays.
When I grow up I wanna be...
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