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Cake day: June 6th, 2023

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  • blondie: “your colleague ratted on you, said you were selling these for high margins.”

    manager: “h-he said that?”

    blondie: “he practically sang, and now he’s dead. We can put it all on him and call it a day, or I can tell the feds that you were the mastermind behind the whole show.”

    manager: *sweats*

    blue shirt: “w-we just… we just need a price. Please.”






  • The lyrics of the rest of the song aren’t that great

     Strapped in the chair of the city's gas chamber
         Why I'm here, I can't quite remember
    The Surgeon General says it's hazardous to breathe
               I'd have another cigarette
    But I can't see, tell me who you're gonna believe
    
            Take me down to the Paradise City
    Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
    

    So either the chorus is pure sarcasm, or his day to day to life is so unbearable that he genuinely wishes to go back to a time/place where the grass is green, and a time when he was still attracted to women