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  • Render

    BOSSO STRIKES.

    I don’t even need you to do your job WELL, I just need you to do SOMETHING. Thank you! I screamed this in my head today. Biga Bosso just stared at me. Blank stare. The lights are on, but nobody is home, folks! I am going to lose my mind. I am going to snap and start wearing sweatpants to work. Just kidding, I would never do that. I have standards. But I am heavily considering eating his stapler.

  • Render

    BIGA BOSSO.

    Save…..me….from….heeeerrrre! AHHHHHH! I’m stuck in traffic! And it’s fucking hard to post to your blog from your fucking, piece of shit cell phone! Get me to the airport, damn airport van! DAMN AIRPORT VAN! *ahem* So, how are you doing? HAH! I almost wrote “dong” stead of “doing”. Biga Bosso screamed at me for an hour because my margins were “too aggressive”. I am going to eat his soul. I will eat it with a side of ramen!