Mardi Gras at work
We had some big shot from Atlanta walk our store today. So all the panicked scurrying about like little rats, all the chapstick application for ass kissing etc, etc, etc. Then there was me, Fred and Ernest, for us it was Mardi Gras. Here's Ernest and me:
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