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The smell of hormone enriched beef being under
cooked on the half broken grill. "Get to work!"
my boss yells, spit flying on the burgers. I
would not eat this. They shouldn't either. My job
is hell on earth and twice as hot. This is my life.
Copyright©2012 Amanda Williams. All rights reserved.
cooked on the half broken grill. "Get to work!"
my boss yells, spit flying on the burgers. I
would not eat this. They shouldn't either. My job
is hell on earth and twice as hot. This is my life.
Copyright©2012 Amanda Williams. All rights reserved.
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I am in a room full of cooked cow. o_o"
I don't own the image, thankfully.
I don't own the image, thankfully.
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I really like the imagery in this 