there 15 minutes left for me to go to interview, im at da place rn and im feeling prty good owo.
i waltz into the place and i see carl wheezer in a suit at a desk.
"hi owo u r grald rite?"
"ok"
"sit at desk"
"ok"
i sit across from carl, o boy the SUSpense.
"so u r her for job"
"ok"
"wher ur resoome"
"ok"
i hand carl a dirty sock with my resume written on it
"bitch this sock is just sweat with some ink smudged on it"
"po-p"
my sweat washed away the ink oh foock that was my only place with my resume on it
-to be epicly continued-
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