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it was tuesday. on doctors' orders, i'd stopped following doctors' orders. this was problematic, as i worked at a pizza pie repository just round the corner from a hospital, and i delivered. i managed to retain my sanity (just barely) by hiding in the meat freezer and eating raw pepperoni. unfortunately the green peppers were smart-ass bastards; i asked them what they were doing in the MEAT freezer and they said they were talking to my stupid ass, so i shoved them up my anus, squeezed real hard, dropped the results on a pie and delivered it to donald trump -- i never got over how he renamed the DISCO VOLANTE the TRUMP PRINCESS. curse that walking hairpiece thricefold. i wonder if he stored the leftover shit-pepper pizza i delivered in solid-gold tupperware inside a solid-gold subzero fridge?
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