so the chairman cooked dinner. apparently he misplaced his sack of fat cash and thusly we couldn't have 50 dollar steaks and crystal. the dish was ziti. so the bastard thought tonight would be a good night to take inventory of the chairman's fridge
we couldn't get an actual photo of the gold bullion that he keeps in the salad crisper but i figure this is a decent start.—the bastard
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