I just got yelled at by a near prehistoric man because he had to do paperwork on a 70 year old gun. He stormed out of here saying he couldn't wait to talk to Mitch. I guess when my boss isn't here, everyone gets angry and I become the scapegoat.
What is it, fucking looney bin day? Oh well.
RJ, I'm not selling that laser sight for you.
What is it, fucking looney bin day? Oh well.
RJ, I'm not selling that laser sight for you.
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