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I’m getting a little tired of waiting for you bitches to leave me some comments about what you’re grateful for.  Seriously, you have nothing to be grateful for?  I find that hard to believe.  Maybe it’s just because it’s Wednesday and you’re just not that active on a Wednesday.  Maybe it’s because I’m the only fool who got up and went to work this morning and the rest of you are lounging about your homes in your footy pajamas drinking bourbon from a sippy cup.  Who the fuck knows.

Anyway, I’ve got my little list all typed up and ready to go.  And it’s good.  Fucking awesome really.  So, for the love of little green apples, will someone PLEASE leave me a fucking comment about what you’re grateful for.  This game is only fun if someone plays along with me.  Restore my faith in humanity.  Give me an artificially contrived reason to come to work every day.  Seriously, it’s not like they pay me enough to make getting dressed worth it.

I promise it won’t take long and then you can go back to your bourbon and bad daytime television.