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stupid ****ing *******s downstairs.
today, monday, is probably the hardest day of the week to get up and go to work. You think 'maybe i should take today off, i'm not feeling that great?' but you eventually get up and go to work anyway
But this morning, i awoke to the spectacular smell of bacon. Who can resist its charm? Not me.
I got out of my bed and ran down the stairs like a greedy boy on christmas.
only, no bacon. none in the house. it took me a moment to put the pieces of the puzzle together. the smell of bacon had dissapeared.
was it a dream?
dissapointed, i went upstairs to brush my teeth and get ready for another weekly grind of baconless mornings.
in the bathroom, the smell of bacon reappeard. it was the vent.
those selfish sons of bitches living in the basement decided it would be HILARIOUS to make bacon in the morning and eat it all like a bunch of happy fucking assholes.
i am upset and dissapointed. my breakfast will be just a large coffee, like every monday past.
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