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How the fuck did my boss and senior colleague manage to stay out until 2:15 am?!?!?! Don't they have fucking lives?!?!? I stood there, waiting for them to go home, after the bar closed at 12:15 (that Lucky Strike place across from the Nascar Speedway Go-Karts at Vaughan Mills Mall) but they still fucking STOOD THERE AND TALKED AND TALKED AND FUCKING TALKED!!!!
I mean, I'm dedicated to work and all, but I can't believe I missed this fucking awesome-sounding night.
How did it go y'all?! 
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