I am most distressed... my name has been sent to Mordor, and I want it back!
The plethora of Michaels in this world has never bothered me, despite being known in early school years as "Michael J", or in church as "Michael Joosten Jr." (to differentiate from my grandfather), or simply jumping everytime someone says Mike...
Meanwhile, it is 1:30 in the morning here, and I am haranguing about my name...
I assign to Mordor (that is correct, linguistics masters, I am giving this ugly thing an assignment to the land of Mordor) having to work until 12:30, 1:00, or 2:00 in the morning.
I don't care if those drunk college kids are hungry or not! Let them eat cake!
I also assign those chronically drunk college kids...
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I prefer history, true or feigned.
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