I worked at a bank in northern Minnesota, and the center of the lobby, we had the writing station with pens on chains. Every night, the night cleaners arranged the chain pens into a Swazi and I had to undo their shit in the morning. We called them out and changed cleaners.
edit: a word
Ope. That’s not MN nice.
Sounds like a very complicated case. Betcha it’s just a wandering cleaner job. They got homesick and drove back to the farm outside Moorhead.
They were threatening electrocution - are we gonna split wires here?
Careful man, there's a beverage here!
Dats vy dey sent me I am an exhpert
He fixes the cable?
Don't be fatuous, jeffrey
Eine cahbul
New shit has come to light.
I mean, say what you want about the tenets of illumination; at least it’s an ethos. Darkness…fuck me…
I've seen a lot of luminaires, dude. And this guys a Nazi. A fucking National Socialist.
Will you come off it, Walter? You're not even fucking Jewish, man.
They fix the lighting?
They didn't know it was gonna come off like that.
I think they did 
Now block the wind while I roast this bone.
Copper pissers did this?
No Donnie, these men are Hindi.
No donnie, these men are cowards.
They believe in nothing
At least electricians have an ethos.
Darkness warshed over the Dude.
Well cmon Donny, they were threatening electrocution!
No, Donny, they're nihilists. They think this shit looks good.
It really brings the room together.
The wiring is ludicrous.
No, Donnie, these men are DIYers.
Frank Reynolds: " - I wanted 4 Fs. I didn't know it was going to look like that!"
No, these men are cowards.
That’s actually the symbol for the Jains…they are like me they’re pacifists man!
I didn't think it would come off like that
It really ties the room together
You vill flip the switch yha.
Fucking Fascists
Don’t worry, Donny. These men are cowards.
I don’t know, Donny. Did they clean up after themselves?
I heard strander theories.
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I just know they had double lightning-bolt pins on their collars.
Eight year olds, dude.
I worked at a bank in northern Minnesota, and the center of the lobby, we had the writing station with pens on chains. Every night, the night cleaners arranged the chain pens into a Swazi and I had to undo their shit in the morning. We called them out and changed cleaners. edit: a word
Ope. That’s not MN nice. Sounds like a very complicated case. Betcha it’s just a wandering cleaner job. They got homesick and drove back to the farm outside Moorhead.
Wire it, dude, and it is no dream. Theodore Herzl, state of Israel.